Unable to find words to comfort others and feeling upset himself, Jun Moyan couldn't say a word; he simply hugged the child and gently stroked his back.
The little guy didn't cry aloud, but after sobbing several times, he forcefully held it back, burying his face against Jun Moyan's neck and sobbing.
After a while, he gradually calmed down and then let go of Jun Moyan.
Seeing the little guy's tear-stained face flushed red, Jun Moyan felt unbearably distressed.
"No more crying."
Jun Moyan tenderly wiped away his tears.
"Hungry? You didn't eat last night, let's brush our teeth first and have breakfast, then a bath, okay?"
Jun Moyan asked him.
"Okay." The little guy obediently nodded.
Jun Moyan immediately took him to brush his teeth and wash his face, then led him downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast, he took him upstairs again, bathed him, and changed his clothes.
