"These children are all good kids."
Wen Qiubai looked at the children with affection in her eyes.
"Have they all been here since they were little?"
Chen Guokun asked as he looked at the children inside.
"Some have, some haven't."
"Aside from Xiaodao, who grew up in the orphanage, the other children were abandoned by their parents because of physical disabilities."
"If I come across them, I bring them back. Sometimes other people bring them here."
Chen Guokun's gaze settled on Yue Xiaodao, the only child in the room who had no visible problems.
"Wasn't he ever adopted when he was little?"
"He was. When he was one, a couple in their sixties adopted him. Four years later, Xiaodao came back on his own."
Wen Qiubai looked at Yue Xiaodao and sighed.
"I didn't recognize him at first. It wasn't until he showed me a photo of himself with that couple that I realized who he was."
"After asking him, I learned that the couple had passed away unexpectedly."
"How did they die?"
Chen Guokun looked at Wen Qiubai.
"By the time I went to visit, the two of them had already been buried. After asking around, I learned that the husband had died of cancer. Once his wife had put all their affairs in order, she drank poison and followed him."
"Before she died, she left her estate to Yue Xiaodao and told him where he had come from."
"Then Xiaodao followed the address and found his way here."
At this point, a gentle smile appeared on Wen Qiubai's face.
"The first thing that boy did when he came back was put the property deed and bankbook in front of me and say he would live at the orphanage from then on."
"I asked him why he was giving