Gift of Time

That was indeed the face of a boy, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with clear features and delicate features. Wang Xiaoyi frowned: "Whose child are you from? Why are you sitting in front of my house?" Then he thought about why the boy looked familiar. After the boy stood up, he looked at him carefully, especially staring at his face without blinking. Wang Xiaoyi asked him: "Hey, kid, are you from the house opposite? You don't have the key -" "Dad!" Intention: