169. (3) The Secret of Past Lives

A 5-year-old boy sat on his bed, gazing at the snowflakes falling from the sky behind his bedroom window. The yard was blanketed in pure white, looking incredibly beautiful despite the cold air accompanying it.

Eugene entered the room, the place where children under 5 years old from the orphanage slept.

"Lucas, what do you see?" Eugene asked gently as she approached the only child there.

The little boy, Lucas, turned around, seeing the pretty sister who often came to take care of him and his friends in the same room.

"There's snow, it's beautiful," Lucas said with a sparkle in his eyes. However, realizing he could not touch the snow, the sparkle in his eyes faded.

Lucas had been in poor health since he was little, which is why his movements in the orphanage were very limited.

Eugene held the boy's chin, smiling softly, and then said, "Do you want to go out?"

Of course, the child nodded in agreement, he really wanted to leave his room to see the snow like the other children, even if he