Little Yue was suddenly bewildered. For her, the death of her parents was something she couldn't imagine, and she just hugged Chu Xiaoyao, at a loss for words.
Li Yifei let out a sigh and said, "Little Yue, Xiaoyao has been very sad these past few days. Talk to her more."
"Oh." Little Yue nodded subconsciously.
"Xiaoyao, Uncle is waiting for you at the school gate. If you want to go out with classmates, I'll leave later; if not, we'll head back home later."
Chu Xiaoyao let go of Little Yue, wiped her tears, and said to Li Yifei, "Uncle, I'm going in now."
"Go ahead, I know you're strong, Xiaoyao. We don't need the pity of our classmates."
Chu Xiaoyao wiped her eyes again, holding back her tears, and said, "I will be strong." But the tears still uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks.
"Go on inside, Uncle will be right at the school gate. You'll see me as you come out, and if you don't, just give me a call."
