Safe and sound, smooth and successful, those words carried Director Lin's blessings for all the children.
Before entering the next room, Feng Qingxue suddenly heard a voice reading, very softly, almost like mumbling, the content was a selection of poems by leaders.
Following the sound, they saw a very thin young boy in the corner with his back to them, facing the wall, mumbling to himself.
He recited poetry while tracing imaginary lines on the wall with his hand.
