The teacher did not answer the students' questions, merely giving a gentle smile.
He then looked towards the door: "Please invite the Master in."
Zhi'er was lost in thought, her round little face carrying a touch of unhappy loneliness.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sensed someone entering from the doorway, and the students ceased their chatter.
Only Fang Wushen widened his eyes in shock and exclaimed, "Is it you?!"
Zhi'er propped her face on her small hands, absorbed in her own little thoughts.
When the figure stopped beside her, a kindly voice laced with humor asked—
"Little one, just now with the kite, were you not having fun?"
Zhi'er snapped out of her reverie, gazing up at him with her bright, dewy eyes.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, her voice soft and curious: "Uncle Beggar?"
The Master before her was indeed the beggar, whose appearance and clothes were now clean and tidy!
When he smiled, it carried an exceedingly approachable warmth.
