The teacher suddenly had an urgent matter and was called away.
Outside the classroom, Ji Weitian was the only one left, standing quietly.
Her facial expression was indifferent as if void of any emotion. Since the teacher had finished discussing Ruirui's situation and left her side, her expression had remained unchanged.
Only when the teacher was about to leave did she speak to say thank you.
Thank you for telling her about Ruirui's past.
Thank you for their care and consideration for Ruirui, while she, his mother, still knew nothing, hadn't fulfilled any motherly responsibilities...
The teacher hadn't said much, but many images had surfaced in Ji Weitian's mind.
Across time and space, she could almost see a soft, squishy little dumpling, sitting quietly by the window, little arms propping up his head, daydreaming.
She could imagine him watching all the other children, accompanied by their parents, only he was different.
