He was such a lovely boy. Probably the loveliest boy Noah had ever seen. Noah was a very cold person and rarely spared people a glance, talk more of a second glance. The boy had a pretty face and a small firm mouth. His eyes were teary, yet lovely. Before he could realize it, he handed the boy a handkerchief.

"Good morning Mister," Liam greeted in Chinese. Noah was taken aback. Ohhh! He was a foreigner.

"What is your name?" Noah asked in English, hoping the boy would answer.

"Liam," he answered and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He didn't take the handkerchief.

"Hey kid, here...