Number eight ...
Even though the person standing on the podium was completely different from what he remembered, Lu Xin could still recognize him from his appearance and the feeling he gave off.
In his memory, people who liked to put hair gel on their hair since they were young, people who cried after being beaten, people who complained to teachers and guards but no one cared.
Number eight, who was around his age.
On the way back, Lu Xin had been guessing whether this mysterious visitor was a classmate from one of the orphanages.
However, she was still surprised to see him.
The student from the orphanage that he had been looking for had actually appeared?
In addition, the feeling was different from when he saw number 7 and number 2.
