Perhaps because she was about to become a teacher, Lin Nianhe recently found herself with much more patience and fondness for children than before.
She caught sight of the little boy's dangerous move, and her hand reacted faster than her brain—
Lin Nianhe reached out and grabbed the back collar of the little boy, yanking him backwards with force.
The little boy didn't bump his head, but he fell on his bottom.
He blinked his big, pitch-black eyes, looking bewilderedly at Lin Nianhe, his mouth slightly open, as if contemplating whether to cry or not.
Hearing the increasingly close footsteps of the little boy's mom, Lin Nianhe glanced at the little one again and suddenly felt that things were going to be bad.
This was a blind spot, and the child's mother couldn't see that he almost bumped his head.
She could only see her child had fallen, with only Lin Nianhe beside him.
