The man's voice was slightly deep, and accompanied by the clear sound of the waves, it was extremely pleasant to the ear.

That year, the boy won the championship in a competition, and as a reward, his parents took him on a trip.

Midway through their journey, a sudden downpour stranded the boy's family on a beautiful, idyllic little island.

Although the scenery on the island was very charming, the boy was somewhat depressed.

He had planned to go to the upcoming Lego exhibition with his parents, but the annoying downpour ruined his plans, and the boy was furious.

But no matter how unhappy the boy was, he couldn't stop the storm.

Because it was destined to bring the boy a special and unique gift!

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she craned her neck forward, her face full of curiosity. "What gift is it?!"

The man chuckled softly, patted her leg, and gestured for the girl to stop jumping around.

Wanting to hear a story, the little girl obediently wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

His eyebrows were curved, and his eyes were dark and serious.

Yan Jingzhou spoke again softly:

The next day, the weather cleared up.

The little boy, having been cooped up in the house all night, couldn't wait to run outside and pick up seashells on the wet beach.

Dad, feeling helpless after being lectured by Mom, followed along, telling him to watch his step.

The boy was very naughty and disobedient, stubbornly taking off his shoes and running around barefoot...

Just like you were just now, disobedient..."

The girl grinned happily upon hearing this, "And then? And then?"

The man's eyes softened, and he spoke again, mimicking the tone of a character from a story perfectly, "'Daddy, my foot is cut, it hurts so much—'"

Dad: '...You brat!'

Gong Ning giggled.

The boy hugged his feet and blew hard, trying to relieve the rising stinging sensation. As he turned to look for his father, he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly he paused, his eyes widening, "Dad, Dad, look over there, it looks like someone..."

Upon hearing this, the father immediately quickened his pace and ran in the direction the boy on the beach had pointed.

Along the coast, as the waves rose and fell in small tiers, the people lying there were washed again and again by the icy seawater.

The boy's father carefully turned the little one over.

It was a little girl, about five or six years old. Her face was deathly pale, with a hint of ashen blue. Her condition was terrible, and there was no sign of life at all.

The little boy held his feet, quietly and obediently watching his father perform emergency treatment on the unfamiliar little girl in front of him.

Time continued its usual course, but for the little girl whose life hung in the balance, every second counted...

After a long, long time, the girl coughed softly, spitting out a few mouthfuls of seawater, and gradually regained a few faint breaths.

Fortunately, although the island is small, it has complete basic medical facilities, and the little girl received timely and effective treatment.

Although all her vital signs gradually returned to normal, the girl remained unconscious. Just as the boy's family decided to take her to the mainland for treatment, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

She was timid and didn't talk much; her face was completely pale.

When asked who she was or where she came from, she knew nothing.

The doctor said that she must have been greatly frightened and had temporarily forgotten some things. He said that with proper rest and by relaxing her nerves as much as possible, she could recover.

Looking at the sleeping little girl, her brows were tightly furrowed, and beads of sweat kept forming on her forehead.