Chapter 925

The little boy still had shaggy hair. If the war had not torn his world apart and separated him from his parents, he would be a happy child now.

Nina gently patted his head and spoke softly, "Can you tell me your name? You didn’t want to stay at the embassy because of your parents?"

"I’ve never seen my parents." The boy lowered his head, his voice raspy and filled with sadness.

Nina, who had spent five years in Salterra, observing the transition from minor conflicts to major upheavals, understood. If the boy had never seen his parents, it meant they had never been around from the beginning. What a pitiful child!

"So, do you not have a name?" Nina pursed her lips, poured him a cup of water, and continued to crouch in front of him, trying to communicate.

The boy neither took the water nor spoke further. He looked like a child who felt deeply wronged and did not know what to do.

Nina’s heart tightened. Another child with deep psychological scars. But living in a war zone, how could