Holding such a tiny bag of embarrassing items, Yan Xiaye easily found Little Yunduo's classroom.
All the other kids had left, and only Little Yunduo sat with her head down and face buried in her hands on the desk.
Seeing the bruise on the child's delicate face, Yan Xiaye pressed her lips together in heartache and hurried into the classroom, "Little Yunduo, how are you? Does it hurt anywhere?"
"Yanyan?" Little Yunduo lifted her head, her big watery eyes suddenly brightening, and she ran towards her, "I'm not in pain, why are you here!"
Yan Xiaye knelt halfway to the ground, pulled the little child into her arms, and gently touched his tender cheek, "Tell Yanyan, why did you fight with your classmates?"
"Humph, they deserved to be hit!" Stubbornly lifting her little chin, Little Yunduo did not want to elaborate on the matter.
