At this moment, in a church orphanage.
A blonde woman carrying painting supplies suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at the azure sky.
It was not until the hem of her skirt was tugged by a chubby little fist that the woman came back to herself. Smiling, she crouched down and looked at the little girl before her, who was not yet five. "Yayi, what's wrong?"
"Sister Feng, Siegfried can't hold on much longer."
The soft, milky voice, the bashful movements, and the pleading look in her eyes immediately made the woman smile brightly.
The woman swept Yayi into her arms and vigorously rubbed against her tender little cheeks, only releasing her after quite a while.
Then she turned to look at Siegfried, who was standing beside the fountain in a "golden rooster standing on one leg" pose.
Siegfried was the same age as Yayi. Having maintained one posture for too long, his bun-like face was flushed crimson, tears glittered in his eyes, and he looked thoroughly aggrieved. But no matter how wronged he felt, he could not cry. Grandpa Director had said that boys could not cry, especially not with Yayi standing beside him.
He had finally managed to strike this pose today to show off his "manly spirit" before Yayi. He absolutely could not embarrass himself.
However, perhaps because he had stood for too long and the sun was scorching, his face was bright red. Heat steamed from his sweat and rose upward. Siegfried only felt dizzy, then darkness flashed before his eyes. With a splash, he fell into the fountain, sending water flying.
A while later, Siegfried, diagnosed with heatstroke, was led back to the dormitory by a church nun, looking aggrieved.
Siegfried's face was bleak. Not only had he failed to display his masculine spirit