Silvanus watched Matthew cry again, even though he hadn't done a damn thing to him.
He frowned, turned away, and decided not to bother with Matthew anymore.
Matthew's tears blurred his vision. Seeing Silvanus's indifference, he hesitantly tugged at the edge of the blanket.
Silvanus said nothing.
Matthew was shivering so hard his teeth clattered, but the moment he managed to slip under the blanket just a little, he felt a wave of warmth spread through him.
Silvanus—Silvanus was so warm!
He had been crying just moments ago, but now Matthew couldn't help widening his eyes in surprise.
Carefully, he inched closer, trying to make himself as small as possible—though he was already tiny.
In the end, Matthew didn't die that cold winter night.
From that day onward, he started clinging to Silvanus. Silvanus always found his tearfulness annoying, but he never once hit him.
The other kids couldn't stand Matthew, but as long as Silvanus was around, they never dared lay a finger on him.
