A small palm suddenly stretched out from under the blanket, followed by a little head wearing a black woolen hat...
Xicheng could hardly believe his eyes; crawling out of the bundle was actually a child.
The little one was dressed in a dark blue down jacket, wearing a black woolen hat with ear flaps, with a thick woolen scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his chin, revealing only a pair of bright, black eyes, a slightly red nose from the cold, and a tender little mouth.
The tiny face was pink and snow-white, those eyes, bright as dewed grapes, exuded cleverness and innocence.
Everything happened too suddenly, even Xicheng was stunned, not knowing what to do.
The little guy half-lay on the bundle, his big eyes lifting to look at Xicheng through the railing gate.
Those big eyes seriously observed him for a while, then the little mouth curved into a charming smile.
Then, he got up, grabbing the iron bars with one hand...
"Don't touch, it's cold!"
