Oh my god, she was squeezing a child's cheek so hard, but still couldn't make him let go. Little Mr. Clark rushed in, and her heart almost jumped out when she saw this scene.

She gently patted Charles Page's head. “Little Charles, let go, okay? The teacher is here, the teacher is right here…”

Charles Page opened his eyes and slowly released his mouth.

Little Mr. Wood quickly pulled Henry Brooks's arm out. There was a deep bite mark on Henry Brooks's arm, and blood was seeping out.

The two teachers exchanged glances, their faces turning pale.

Little Mr. Wood picked up Henry Brooks to comfort him, while Little Mr. Clark hurried to notify the parents.

In August, Henry Brooks was crying so hard that snot bubbles kept coming out of his nose.

The children were terrified and all moved away from Charles Page.

Olivia Young's eyes were filled with tears. “He’s so scary, he bites people.”

Emma Bennett, hugging a lotus flower as tall as herself, noticed that no one was paying attention to Charles Page. Charles Page wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and silently stared at the crushed biscuit on the floor.

Henry Brooks was sobbing uncontrollably in the teacher’s arms. “Teacher, go, go…”

“All right, all right, the teacher will take you outside.”

Grace Ford's face was pale. She had been right next to Charles Page and Henry Brooks when they started fighting. She barely held back her tears—because her mother told her that the Hong Kong star was a cool beauty. So as the “little jade girl,” she couldn’t cry.

Now, she didn’t sit near Charles Page anymore and ran straight out of the classroom.

Emma Bennett glanced at the teacher comforting Henry Brooks, her eyes lit up, and her little legs hurried over to Charles Page. Then she placed the lotus flower in his arms.

“For you.”

She turned to look at the door, where Little Mr. Wood was holding Henry Brooks and patting his back. “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt…”

Emma Bennett turned back, looking up at the little boy in the wheelchair. She was only tall enough to gently pat his little arm, her childish voice soft and comforting: “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt…”

There was still some blood left on the corner of his lips, and a ridiculously large lotus flower sat on his lap.

The elegant fragrance of the lotus, mixed with the milky scent of the little girl, surrounded him. Her chubby little hand patted gently, her exposed arm was very soft. It was like a tender dragonfly quietly landing in summer.

His head, which had just been hit by Henry Brooks, still hurt a lot.

He lowered his eyes to look at her. Her apricot-shaped eyes seemed to hold a pool of clear water. “It doesn’t hurt…”

The sunlight was dazzling and harsh, making his eyes ache. He put the lotus flower on the table, brushed away her little hand, and wheeled himself away from her.

Emma Bennett looked dejectedly at the thin back of the little boy, then walked toward Olivia Young.

The little girl Olivia Young's nose was red, and she grabbed Emma Bennett's hand, trying to pull her outside.

The boy who played best with Henry Brooks in the class was called Daniel Lee. Daniel Lee shouted, “Charles Page is a little dog!”

Immediately, several children nodded in agreement.

Emma Bennett turned back, but that thin figure didn’t move at all.

“Mom says, people who bite are little dogs. Yaoyao, let’s not play with him.”

Emma Bennett had big eyes and long, curled eyelashes. When she blinked, it made people want to pat her head. She shook her head seriously. “He’s not a little dog.” She loudly told Olivia Young and the other kids, “His name is Charles Page. My mom says ‘Chuan’ means river, and rivers are very clean.”

Charles Page lowered his eyes.

The little girl’s voice was young and clear, like a wind chime being struck.

His legs were broken, and many people thought he was dirty.

All the kids in kindergarten remembered that time he wet himself.

But actually, he wasn’t dirty. He had been dressing himself for a long time. After using the bathroom, he would carefully wash his hands three times. Charles Page was even more precocious than other kids his age—he could already do math problems. But it seemed that once his legs were broken, he became something filthy.

When his father named him, it meant “all rivers run to the sea.”

He didn’t really understand what that meant, but he knew it was a good name.

Yet even the most upright and honorable name, now, because his legs had been cut off and stained with dust, had lost its soul.

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Henry Brooks's parents arrived first—both his father and mother came.

All the kids recognized Henry Brooks's dad, a burly, broad-shouldered man. His eyes bulged like copper bells as he pointed at Charles Page. “You little brat, if anything happens to my Xiaohu, I’ll beat you to death!”

As soon as Henry Brooks heard that, he cried even harder, feeling terribly wronged.

Henry Brooks's mother also glared at Charles Page, then carried her child to the clinic to get his wound checked.

Little Mr. Wood stood awkwardly to the side. “Sorry, sorry, we didn’t watch the kids closely enough. Please take Xiaohu to get checked right away.”

Only then did the couple leave with their child.

Half an hour later, Charles Page's mother, Emily James, arrived. She had delicate features, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, looking neat and tidy.

She was a very gentle-looking woman. Charles Page resembled his mother more—his features were handsome, but because he also looked a bit like his father, his face had a deeper, more somber outline.

On the way, Emily James had already heard what happened from Little Mr. Clark.

The woman was silent. She came over and smiled at Charles Page first, then bent down and patted his head.

Emma Bennett clearly saw that the silent little boy’s eyes gradually lit up with color.

It was like spring returning to the earth, dead wood sprouting green branches, and the starlight adding color to his pitch-black eyes. As she pushed the wheelchair outside, Emma Bennett heard the boy’s hoarse voice softly say, “Mom.”