The first time I met Tan Meng was during a hostage rescue operation. The child was so frightened that he lost his mind and stood alone in the ruins. It was not until he was pulled into the warm embrace of the boy that the child came back to his senses and cried loudly. Tan Meng was only four years old that year.
The little moth hid in the boy's arms, its big eyes red and swollen from crying, and timidly held on to the boy who had saved him. Bi Ruijing was eighteen years old at that time, and he was still a child, but the person in his arms had no support and became an orphan. He couldn't bear it, so he took him back to his single dormitory and learned to take care of her from then on.
Intention: Happy life, sweetness