Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children
Chapter 173
Chapter 173
In Golden Sun International Bilingual Preschool, the sun in late autumn shone down, and it was very warm. The children were running freely in the playground. Alden and Melody were surrounded by a dozen children.
“Alden, can I hold Mel’s hand? I want to be her friend!” “Mel’s hairstyle is so pretty today. I like Mel so much. Alden, please let Mel play with us.” “Don’t be so petty, okay? All of us like Mel. We won’t hurt her.” The boys and girls were attracted by Melody’s doll-like face. They kept surrounding her and were not willing to leave.
When Alden saw so many people being fond of his sister, he also felt happy. He turned around. “Mel, do you want to play with them?” The little girl blinked in a blank manner and slowly glanced at the childish faces around her.
Children’s smiles were the purest. If they liked you, they liked you. If they did not like you, they would show it. They would show all their emotions on their faces.
After a few minutes, Melody slowly nodded. Alden let go of her hand and took a step back. He stood outside the circle while he kept an eye on Melody.
Melody did not speak, but her beautiful eyes slowly became focused.
talked to her, she would also
Jones was also delighted by the
half a month, but
would recover
can you take a look at Mel? I’d like to go to the
over before he raised his head
said, “Don’t worry. Just go to
she lost Melody again, she would be
walked to the preschool’s fence instead. He stared at a figure that was hiding
the one-meter-tall grass, and he unwillingly rolled
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