Tang Yan Yi was so shocked that she fell into her chair, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the pale, thin little boy on the screen.
He wore a crisp white shirt, fastidiously buttoned all the way up. Every line of the collar was perfectly straight, meticulous in every detail.
Below, he wore similarly white suit shorts, connected to the shirt by black suit suspenders at the waist.
On his calves, he wore knee-length white cotton socks, not commonly seen on little boys of that era, paired with shiny little black leather shoes.
Born an elegant, upright little gentleman. His current demeanor and image were quite consistent with it.
Yet... the thing supporting his body wasn't his own legs, but a pair of crutches wedged under his arms.
