Before he turned ten years old, Abraham Redington often came here, but this was his first time stepping in after he was ten.
His deep blue eyes swept across the room, and even he didn't notice the deep, lingering infatuation in them.
Once, he had stayed here to keep a little girl company who didn't dare sleep after watching a horror movie.
Once, he had stayed here to guard a little girl burning with a high fever in the middle of the night.
Once…
His blue pupils suddenly constricted, and Abraham Redington's gaze was drawn to a standing photo frame on the dressing table.
Molly Wellington's dressing table was very big—so big that when she sat in front of it, she might not even reach either side unless she stood up.
So in one corner of that huge dressing table, there had always been a single photo frame.
The old photo in the frame dated back many years; it was a group shot of the six children of the Lucas family and the Wellington family when they were small.
