Ji Yebai snorted coldly, "I’m going to make Han Naisen regret his actions!"
Ning Xixi: ...╮(╯_╰)╭
Forget it, it seems impossible to stop this sister-obsessed maniac. All she could do was silently light a candle for Han Naisen in her heart.
...
teor Kindergarten.
The young teacher stood on the podium and softly said, "Kids, quiet down please. The teacher has an announcent to make!"
The children obediently sat down, looking at the teacher with innocence.
"Han Naisen is transferring to another kindergarten. Let’s say goodbye to him and wish that Han Naisen will be just as popular in his new kindergarten, okay?"
The classroom instantly burst into chaos, turning into a noisy ss.
"Transfer? Does that an we won’t see him anymore?"
"Han Naisen, don’t transfer! We promised to play marbles together!"
"Wuwuwu... Han Naisen, don’t go..."
A girl cried her nose red, and soon, the class was filled with crying.
Han Naisen sat stiffly, his posture upright, lips tightly pursed.
The crying girl ran over, handing him a pencil, "Han Naisen, this is for you, we’ll always be good friends!"
Others followed suit, giving Han Naisen their stationery, snacks, and toys.
Han Naisen hid the reluctance in his eyes, stubbornly refusing to say a word.
Sitting beside him, Miaomiao blinked her big eyes and timidly handed over a lollipop, "Han Naisen, this is my favorite lollipop..."
"I don’t want it!" Han Naisen interrupted her, visibly upset, "I don’t want your stuff!"
Miaomiao’s eyes instantly reddened, tears that she had been holding back fell incessantly, like beads falling off a string, seemingly endless.
It was so sad...
She wasn’t thinking about reconciling with Shenshen; she just wanted to give him a gift like the other kids.
She gave him her favorite lollipop, which she had been reluctant to eat, but he didn’t want it...
"Wuwuwu... Shenshen, you big anie! I’m never going to bother with you again!"
Han Naisen’s nose felt sour, and his chest began to hurt again; he turned his head away, trying not to look at Miaomiao’s face.
He didn’t want to see her cry; her tears made him want to wipe them away, to console her, just to see her smile again.
But... he couldn’t...
"Teacher, I should go now." He stood up, his young face showing unprecedented determination.
The teacher knew about his health condition, sighed, "Good child, go ahead then."
Han Naisen, with his backpack, had a lone and stubborn figure.
He didn’t look back.
Not that he didn’t want to, but he didn’t dare to.
Afraid that once he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave.
Every step was heart-wrenchingly painful.
The short walk from the classroom to the kindergarten entrance left him sweating profusely, panting.
"Young master!" The butler ca up to et him, full of pity, "I told you, just say hello to the teacher and that would have been enough. Why did you insist on coming to school!"
—Because this could be his last eting with Miaomiao.
—Because this might be the last chance he could see Miaomiao.
—Because calling "Shenshen" might be the last ti he could say it.
So, he ca—there was no reason not to.
Han Naisen faintly said, "Let’s go."
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