The Little Tiger Called Sunflower with Childlike Heart in a Broken World
Leon's interest was immediately piqued.
"What's your name?"
The young woman froze.
For a moment, she didn't answer.
Instead, she raised one hand and touched her chin. Her head tilted slightly to the side.
She looked almost as though Leon had just asked her a question of great importance.
Her deep blue eyes drifted upward.
She even put on a serious, thoughtful expression.
It was almost funny.
She was clearly trying to imitate the adults she had seen before. Whenever they were asked something difficult, they would stroke their chins, stare into the distance, and pretend they were thinking about some profound matter.
She was doing exactly the same thing.
Leon watched her quietly.
She was eighteen or nineteen.
Old enough to understand what danger meant.
Old enough to know that the world could be cruel.
