The child holding onto his mother was eager to press his whole little face against hers, as if only in this way could he forever enjoy his mother's care and warmth.
Ye Ning felt a sudden pang of sadness, realizing she hadn't properly seen this child since waking from her recovery. She couldn't help but hold him tighter, "Alright, teacher, we'll head home now."
"Okay, go ahead. There's some crafts to do tonight. Mrs. Ou can complete them with him after returning home."
"Yes, alright!"
Ye Ning bid farewell to the teacher and then carried the child out of the classroom.
Coming out with the child, she hadn't anticipated that the kindergarten entrance wouldn't be less crowded. Instead, because of the arrival of her, the "Mrs. Ou," many people had gathered, circling round and round, more lively than monkeys examining foreign mirrors.
"Did you see that? That's Mrs. Ou, the one I just talked to you about. You see her now, right?"
