The next morning, as dawn's light began to gleam, Xia Yanxin woke up after dozing for a while. Opening her eyes, she saw Little Wolf lying peacefully beside her. The little one was sleeping soundly, and it was only in the sufficient light that she could clearly see the wounds on his body. Despite having applied ointment the previous evening, his recovery was less than ideal. Red whip marks covered his arms and body everywhere, and the sight made Xia Yanxin's heart ache. Such a small child should not have to suffer like this. From that moment, she decided to protect him well; she was determined to take him away from this dirty and sinful place.
She gently parted his hair and tenderly stroked his little cheek... he slowly opened his eyes, looking at her groggily, his lips moving slightly, "Mommy..."
