Yousheng's teacher didn't find it too strange to see Xizeer, because recently, it was Xizeer who handled Yousheng's troubles.
The teacher organized the children in the class to play games, and Yousheng joined them. Xizeer found a spot and sat down to rest.
Not far away was another place where the newly enrolled younger children gathered. Some were crying, some were laughing. Xizeer frowned; he really had a natural aversion to children.
Xizeer's gaze swept over the group of children, then he lowered his head to stare at the grass on the ground. After a second, he frowned slightly and then raised his eyes, turning his gaze back to where it had been.
His eyes searched among a dozen or so two- or three-year-old children and finally settled on a girl in a red dress.
