Kyle Kinston nodded, so Mabel Quinn ran to the nearby convenience store. However, when she bought the water and returned, she couldn’t see Kyle’s figure at the original spot.
Mabel was imdiately covered in cold sweat. He... where did he go? And his mindset is only that of a 6-year-old child now. Six years old—thinking about it, that’s exactly the age to be kidnapped by traffickers!
If it were said that a dignified president was kidnapped and tricked into doing sothing bad, she... she dared not imagine any further.
Mabel anxiously searched everywhere. Yet, she couldn’t make a big fuss out of it; otherwise, Kyle’s condition would be known to others.
Just as she grew more anxious, with cold sweat constantly breaking out, suddenly, a familiar voice ca from behind, "Sister!"
She turned around sharply and saw Kyle holding two sticks of cotton candy, looking at her with a flattering smile.
"Where did you go? I told you to wait here, didn’t I? Why did you run away?" she questioned, all her previous worries and fears now pouring out through her words.
His smile froze, replacing it with a look of helplessness. His lips quivered slightly, but he said nothing.
"Do you realize what you did could make soone..." she lunged forward in a flash.
And he, reflexively, squatted down, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and murmured, "No... Sister, please don’t hit . I was wrong. I won’t dare next ti."
Mabel was stunned. Did he think she would hit him?
And now, was he afraid?
What exactly did he experience during his childhood?!
Her chest felt as if sothing heavy was pressing on it, dense, yet intensely sour and bitter.
Mabel squatted down, gently cupping his face with her hands. She could feel his stiffness, but he did not avoid her touch.
"I won’t hit you, I just... really worried about you." Mabel murmured, "I’m afraid sothing might happen to you, afraid I won’t find you, and afraid you won’t find ."
His eyes slowly opened, "I... I’m sorry, I just saw soone eating this cotton candy, and it looked tasty, so I wanted to eat it with you and went to buy so."
Only then did Mabel understand why he had those two sticks of cotton candy in his hands.
"Next ti, if you want to buy cotton candy, wait for to co back, and we’ll go together," Mabel said, smiling softly. "Kyle, when you’re with , you don’t need to be afraid like this. Even if you did sothing wrong, I wouldn’t hit you."
"Really?" he asked cautiously.
"When did I ever lie to you?" she replied with a smile.
He shook his head as she pulled him up to stand straight again. "Alright, let’s continue playing. Didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to ride the Ferris wheel?"
"Okay." He handed her one of the cotton candy sticks, "Sister, have so."
She took the cotton candy but was also puzzled. He probably didn’t have any money, so how did he manage to get things? But when she asked, the answer she got was, "Two older sisters gave it to . They said if I took so photos with them, they’d give cotton candy, and they said I was very handso and good-looking."
Mabel was speechless. The advantage of having a good-looking face—it even got him free cotton candy.
Still, to be safe, Mabel advised, "But next ti, don’t casually take photos with people, okay?"
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