Thank You, Sir

The girl who had stood up for Jiaojiao yesterday rebutted, "Xu Jiaojiao's drawings are a hundred times better than yours could ever be. You're a grown man, yet you pick fights with a little girl every day. Don't you have anything better to do?"

The two of them bickered as they walked. Xu Jiaojiao followed at the back of the line, neither explaining nor speaking up for herself.

Mr. Sun turned around to look at her a few times. He had a lot of things to say, but in the end, he gave up.

…

Xu Jiaojiao was unwell the entire day. There was not a single part of her body that was not in pain. Even her eyes were starting to hurt.

She held on until the sun set. Finally, Mr. Sun could not bear to watch anymore and tried to persuade her. "If you aren't feeling well, go back. Nothing is more important than your health."