Feng Ze waited outside the Orphanage all night.
When the teacher opened the gates the next morning, she was impatient and launched straight into a tirade.
"Why didn't you just die out there?"
The teacher glared and shoved him. "It's been ten days! How are you still alive?"
Feng Ze stumbled back half a step, then steadied himself.
The sight of him irritated her. Who was he trying to impress by being so stubborn?
He had the exact same temper as her good-for-nothing son!
"You eyesore. You spent one day at someone else's house, and they sent you straight back!"
"No wonder nobody wants to adopt you!"
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The insults and abuse kept coming.
Feng Ze heard things like this almost every day and barely reacted.
He simply stood woodenly at the entrance, his eyes unmoving, and waited until the teacher finished yelling before going inside.
Feng Ze lived in the most run-down room. It was near the toilets, smelly, tiny, and filthy.
But Feng Ze had long since grown used to it.
That teacher at the Orphanage disliked Feng Ze. She targeted him and encouraged the other children to ostracize him.
When Feng Ze was little, whenever families came looking to adopt a child, she buried his file at the bottom of the pile.
Now that Feng Ze was older, no family would choose to adopt him anyway.
Back in his dingy room, Feng Ze sat motionless on the bare bed frame. There was no telling what he was thinking.
Only when the meal bell rang did he suddenly come back to himself.
Footsteps sounded outside his door, along with the teacher's voice urging the children along.
Feng Ze got up to open the door, only to discover it had been locked from the outside. No matter how