Chapter 197 How Could She Go Through This?

A fair and soft little palm, which was probably smaller than half of hers, with slightly curled up stubby meaty fingers looked extremely adorable. Lindsey followed the little hand and saw that it was a three or four-year-old boy. He was very cute as he looked at her with big, round eyes. She was at a loss for a moment and looked at the little guy in front of her before she asked softly, "Why are you tugging at my shirt? Where are your parents?" Lindsey herself did not realize how soft her voice became as if she was afraid she would scare the child in front of her. The little one was apparently not afraid of strangers. He was just a little shy. When he heard Lindsey, he said with the smallest voice that tickled Lindsey’s heart. "Ball..." "What ball?" Lindsey was very patient. The hand that was tugging at the corner of her shirt did not move, but his other hand pointed down. Lindsey looked in the direction he was pointing and found a small watermelon print plastic ball under her s