Long Xiliang thought he must have gone mad to take off his jacket, roll up his sleeves, and help this child bathe.
The child's injured leg couldn't get wet, so it was wrapped in a plastic bag.
Long Xiliang had him sit on a small stool while he himself bent down, holding the showerhead to wash the child's hair.
When rinsing the child's body, his gaze fell on the child's lower back.
"What is this?"
On the child's lower back, there were purplish-red wings, like a tattoo, yet they also resembled a birthmark.
But a birthmark couldn't possibly take such a shape; it seemed as if it was painted on.
However, the child was so small; who would have given him a tattoo?
"This is my birthmark!" The child turned his head, glancing back, "I've had it since I was born."
The winged birthmark on his lower back puzzled everyone at the research institute.
When the child was still in the artificial womb, there was no birthmark on his lower back, but it appeared after he was born.
