Henry pulled Joshua into his arms, one hand threading into his hair as he gently stroked it. He didn't say anything, yet every movement was steeped in tender affection.
With his other hand, he lifted it to wipe away the tears on Joshua's face. Joshua pressed his lips together. Clearly, he was happy inside, but with Henry acting like this, he didn't know why a trace of sourness began to rise in his heart, and his tears only fell faster and faster.
Henry paused for a moment, then suddenly bent down and kissed the tears on his cheek.
Joshua instinctively turned his face away to avoid him.
Henry said softly, "Don't be sad, Joshua. I'll be by your side soon. It's almost time."
Hearing this, Joshua couldn't help but look at Henry with a bit of confusion. Just as he was about to ask something, Henry suddenly lowered his head and leaned against his shoulder.
"Henry, Henry, what's wrong with you?"
Joshua couldn't help but pat Henry's shoulder.
