The dim sky and dense curtain of rain blurred everything before them.
Now was clearly not the time to talk.
The teacher took the child by the hand and hurried toward the gatehouse.
They could talk once they found somewhere to take shelter.
The teacher came back to her senses, but the mushroom-haired little girl seemed not to have...
She stumbled as the teacher tugged her along.
Her already unsteady body was about to topple over...
Feeling the weight in her hand, the teacher turned around.
"Anna!"
The teacher pressed her lips together.
She turned back, bent down, and scooped up the little girl.
"Are you hurt?!"
The teacher was deeply worried.
Had the child suddenly fallen to the ground just now because she was injured?
With her mind in a jumble, the teacher ran toward the gatehouse.
The teacher nearly crashed through the gatehouse door as she rushed inside.
The Elderly man reading the newspaper was so startled he almost jumped up.
The paper slipped from his hands and fell to the floor.
Once he saw it was the familiar teacher and child, the Elderly man let out a breath of relief.
Then his brows drew tightly together.
"How did you get so soaked?"
"Didn't you bring an umbrella?"
Even if they hadn't brought one, he remembered the kindergarten should have spare umbrellas.
The teacher had no time to answer the Elderly man's questions.
She set the child down on a chair.
"Anna."
The teacher crouched down and looked up at the mushroom-haired little girl.
"Are you all right?"
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Here."
The Elderly man handed the teacher a towel. "Dry off."
"Thank you."
The teacher gave the Elderly man a grateful smile.
She dried the