When she heard she was there to visit Kangkang, the Director led her to the children's room to find him.
"He's over there."
In the not-so-large children's room, many children were playing and frolicking.
Only Kangkang sat in the corner on the carpet, very focused on playing with his small train.
"Kangkang, come play, come play with us." A little girl, about three or four years old, stepped forward to pull his arm, but he did not even look up, impatiently shaking his hand to free himself.
"Never mind him, he's a fool, let's play by ourselves, not with him."
A little boy pulled the little girl away, and Kangkang continued playing with his train, not hearing a thing.
Children's words are naturally unfiltered, but hearing them call Kangkang a fool still made An Ruo's heart uncomfortable.
He wasn't a fool, he was just... sick.
Approaching Kangkang, An Ruo squatted down and reached out to stroke his fluffy little head: "Kangkang, Auntie came to see you, do you remember Auntie?"
