"The wild in autumn is overgrown with weeds, some blooming with flowers, some bearing fruit..." A clear reading voice emanated from a dilapidated thatched shed, the naive tone filled with earnestness.
Yang Muxue held a textbook while standing in front of a simple blackboard, smiling as she watched those earnest little faces with bright eyes, although a bit dark and thin. During her months here, her days had been frugal, but the company of these children filled them with significance. However, when alone, she often found herself thinking of her little brother, remembering the one in her heart.