Du Muhan leaned against a tree and silently watched Little Fortune Orphanage, which had suddenly become incredibly lively. His gaze fell on the girl beside the small playground, who was watching the mute uncle and a woman in her sixties hand out new clothes and gifts to the children.
Her black, mid-length belted leather coat, black skirt, and black ankle boots made her look fashionable and refined. She stood out sharply against the cracked courtyard walls, dilapidated tables, and worn-down buildings around her.
Even the expression on her face looked somewhat aloof, carrying a hint that she was unapproachable. Yet whenever the old people, the mute uncle, or the children with all kinds of disabilities looked at her, their smiles could melt everything, while the adoration, affection, and gratitude in their eyes seemed almost ready to overflow.
Here, she was the old people's child, the children's idol, their most important family member, and the person they could trust and rely on wholeheartedly.
Su Qiao did not actually want to seem so cold either, but her original self had always had such an awkward personality. She seemed more accustomed to other people's indifference toward her; whenever someone spoke to her gently or praised her, her whole body would feel uncomfortable.
If she suddenly changed too much, she feared that people would become suspicious, and she was also afraid that Director Wu and the children would not get used to it. So she could only do her best to act as the original self had before.
Although she did not show much emotion, when she saw the children's hopeful, praise-seeking eyes, she still could not resist reaching out to pat their heads and reminding them of some basic life skills.
The children had not expected to receive such gentle comfort from her.