The heavy rain was still pouring down, a siren pierced the sky, and a heavily armed SWAT officer in black took out a child from a building. Close your eyes tightly.
For this child, they sacrificed three companions. It was not out of resentment or anything, the special police existed to protect the people. Just a little unwilling.
Opening the car door, the SWAT officer gently put the child in, and was then taken by another pair of small hands.
Mo Shang remained silent and accepted the care of the rescued child without any complaints, even though he was supposed to have a playdate with his father on this day after a long absence.
Because it was a short notice, his father had no time to send him back. Mo Shang knew very well that as a child of a special police officer, while he enjoyed the honor and expectations that this status brought to him, he also needed to put in the same efforts and achievements.
The heavy rain caused the temperature to drop, so Mo Shang thoughtfully took off his own clothes and put them on for the other person.
The young child curled up and trembled slightly. His uneasy expression revealed that he was trapped in a nightmare and could not escape. The skin in contact with the ink is also frighteningly high. His hands were moving unsteadily. The closed eyes slowly opened, and the sluggish pupils meant that the other party had not regained his will. Blue eyes glanced at Mo Shang. Probably just subconsciously, he grabbed Mo Shang.
Ink: "..."
That was Mo Shang's first love.
Intention: Don't be dazed by love