Tang Hao returned to the examination hall at about eleven o'clock.
It was about twenty minutes away from the end of the morning examination. The front of the hall was crowded with parents.
The noon sun in June was rather warm. The people waiting there were sweating heavily, and their faces were red, but they continued standing in front of the hall as though they did not realize it.
Every one of them looked nervous but hopeful.
No one in the crowd spoke a word, as though they were worried that they might disturb the students in the examination hall.
The scene had struck a soft spot in Tang Hao's heart.
His parents had passed away when he was very young. One of his deepest desires was to have parents that cared for him.
He felt a tug on his heartstrings when he looked at the scene.
He tried to recall his mother's face, but he could not seem to remember it clearly.
