In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,To this day, he still remembers the look in the rescued child's eyes when their souls met in the hospital. Those clear eyes made Lin Ling feel that it was all worth it!,The door was pushed open, and a young boy of about fourteen ran in, looking rather disheveled with messy hair, obscuring his features.。