Carrying such a tiny, embarrassing bag, Yan Xiaye successfully found Little Yunduo's classroom.
All the other kids had left, and only Little Yunduo sat at her desk, head drooping in despair, cradling her cheeks.
Noticing the bruise on the child's delicate face, Yan Xiaye's heart ached as she pressed her lips together and quickly walked into the classroom, "Little Yunduo, how are you feeling, does anywhere hurt?"
"Yanyan?" Little Yunduo looked up, her eyes sparkling as she saw her and ran towards her with small strides, "I'm not in pain, why are you here!"
Yan Xiaye knelt halfway on the ground and enveloped the tiny child in her arms, carefully touching her tender cheek, "Tell Yanyan, why did you fight with your classmates?"
"Hmph, they deserved it!" Stubbornly lifting her little chin, Little Yunduo was reluctant to say more about it.
