The moon set and the sun rose.
At seven o'clock sharp, the little tykes at the orphanage were awakened by the cheerful morning bell.
Inside the boys' dormitory.
The little boy in the farthest corner grabbed his blanket and rolled over, kicking another young wolf-type boy. The latter's lip trembled, and he immediately started to bawl.
The loud, piercing howl set off a chain reaction. The entire dormitory echoed with a rising and falling cacophony of cries, rivaling the sounds of Hell.
When Yuan Shiyao opened the door after washing up, he was met with this hellish scene.
His scalp instantly went numb.
Yuan Shiyao, who usually grew more determined in the face of adversity, suddenly had the urge to turn invisible.
The orphanage was short-staffed. The other worker who had spent the night with the children had already left early in the morning to help prepare breakfast, leaving the kids in Yuan Shiyao's care.
