The tiny four-year-old stood in the river, relentlessly chopping at a stone with his hands. The backs of his hands and the areas around his fingernails were swollen and bleeding, and his whole body was drenched in sweat.
He looked up at the male with closed eyes beside him and gritted his teeth to continue chopping.
Since his arrival in this world, he had met nothing but indifference. No male had been willing to teach him how to become strong. But this male in front of him was willing. He cherished this opportunity deeply.
Sweat poured from Nan Mo as he worked, and quite a few small fish swam up to him in the river.
He noticed the fish but paid them no mind.
