The head of the orphanage and Zhenxiu embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces. The head, whose face was already wrinkled, couldn't stop the tears. Zhenxiu's eyes were also red, whispering "Grandma" as if wanting to pour out all the grievances and longing for family she had experienced outside.
"Is this the child you mentioned, the one who hasn't come back in a long time?" The woman asked with a touch of sadness.
The head, unable to speak due to crying, just nodded while hugging Zhenxiu's petite body.
The woman smiled and said, "It's good that you're back. You must have suffered a lot outside, but you're a sensible child."
The head comforted Zhenxiu, too preoccupied to do anything else.
