At this moment, the forest was already pitch black, as autumn had long set in, with a few leaves occasionally drifting down onto the head, and feet inadvertently stepping on withered branches.
Tuanzi clutched the phone tightly, his big eyes carrying a hint of fear.
He was lost on the mountain.
These days there was a parent-child activity day, and he sat alone in the classroom, watching through the window as all the children engaged in fun activities with their parents.
Only he did not have anyone.
His guardian, Uncle, was on a business trip and had not returned.
He was alone again.
After his parents died, he hated parent-child activity days the most, but every month the school held one.
Aunt Xiao Lu had long since passed away, and Aunt Hao Hao was forced to leave the country, with no one able to replace his parents to accompany him.
He wanted Uncle King to come, but Uncle King's health didn't allow it.
