Wu Yue was startled; the boy's thin body was reflected in her pupils.

These marks are clearly from being beaten. Although her face is quite chubby, her body looks very weak.

She didn't want to make unfounded guesses, so she calmed herself down. She turned around and beckoned Cuihua and Tiezhu to come over. The two paper figures received the order, took short steps, stepped over the armrests of each chair, and finally landed in the girl's palm, hands on their hips with a smug look on their faces.

The girl slowly extended her hand to the boy. In a gentle voice, she softly introduced them: "These two paper figures aren't fierce or scary at all. They won't hurt anyone. The girl's name is Cuihua, and the boy's name is Tiezhu. They're very close. They can even play with me when I'm bored."

The boy didn't react immediately. He paused for a few seconds before saying with a straight face, "The name is a little bit old-fashioned."

Wu Yue looked at him and smiled, without being angry.

Then, blushing, the boy added, "But they're kind of cute."

"You have great taste!" The girl gave him a thumbs up, praising him generously: "Great job!"

"And another thing, let me guess, your eyes are so beautiful, they must be special. Can you see things that other people can't?"

She paused slightly, then looked down and smiled, saying, "Same as me."

After Wu Yue finished speaking, she clearly saw the boy stealthily glance at her, his movements quick and tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement.

Wu Yue's expression softened. She took out a band-aid with Doraemon printed on it, and applied her special wound medicine to the opening.

"I just noticed you have a cut on your foot. Did you fall? I happen to have some band-aids with me. Put them on the injured area, and it will heal quickly." Wu Yue put the band-aid in the boy's palm and got up to return to her seat.

At this moment, Yan Chiyu slowly walked in from the passageway.

"The fault has been repaired and the movie will continue soon. Please take your seats."

Just as he sat down, the broadcast started.

The lights in the screening room suddenly went out.

The boy gripped the band-aid tightly, his big eyes blinked, and his lips remained pursed.

An hour later, the movie ended. As the end credits rolled, many audience members left with their children.

Wu Yue didn't rush to leave; her gaze remained fixed on the boy. Yan Chiyu noticed her strange reaction. "What's wrong?"

The boy followed her gaze.

A little boy was nestled in a large movie theater chair, clumsily applying a band-aid to his ankle.

The band-aid had a Doraemon design printed on it, matching his clothes.

The way they tried so hard to reach it was so clumsy and cute.

As he was turning his thoughts, the girl brushed past him. He bent down, extended his slender, white hand, and said, "Let me help you."

The boy raised his eyes, hesitated for a few moments, then handed the band-aid to Wu Yue and whispered, "Thank you."

Yan Chiyu stared at the scene before him.

He covered half his face with his hand, his eyes and brows full of smiles.

If they have a baby in the future, she'll probably... be just as gentle?

After applying the band-aid, Wu Yue prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the boy reached out his small hand and tugged at Wu Yue's hem. The girl lowered her head, her gaze, filled with reassuring kindness, fixed on the boy's cautious face.

"Sister, can you really see those things?"

"My sister is a feng shui master; she can see many things, such as floating spirits. You know what a spirit is? It's something that leaves the body..."

Before Wu Yue could explain, the boy interrupted her, "I know. I've seen ghosts."

Wu Yue: "...?" Sure enough.

Boy: "They are my parents."