Students from class twelve came quickly and left just as fast.
After voicing their support for Anning, they quickly retreated.
When Zhao Mingrui got home, he saw Zhao Han and Song Ruyi holding Anning in their arms, the three of them crying bitterly.
Anning looked especially heartbroken and distressed.
She cried incessantly.
And it wasn't the kind of crying that was mindful of appearance, the aesthetically pleasing type.
Her face was covered in tears, crying heart-wrenchingly.
But such crying was more likely to touch people's hearts.
At least Zhao Mingrui felt heartache seeing Anning cry like this.
He hadn't spent much time with Anning, after all, this sister was only recognized a few days ago, but she was his sister, sharing the same parents and blood relation, a true sibling connected by bones and sinews.
"What happened to Anning?"
Zhao Mingrui carefully walked over wanting to comfort Anning, but was unsure how to proceed.
