“Miss Lan, putting aside your marital history and your status as a single mother, you are excellent in every way. Why not find someone who loves you and spend your life with him? A woman's youth is very short. You don't have much time to play one adult game after another with a man who has no future with you. Do you understand?”

...

As the sun sets, day after day, the children here grow up, one batch leaving and another arriving. Their innocent smiling faces, their joyful figures, and their clear laughter seem no different from other children their age, but in reality, they are not. They were all brought into this world by their biological parents, but they were not raised. Various reasons have deprived them of the warmth of family. In their innocent eyes, this welfare home is their home, their only protection from the wind and rain.

Lan Qingyue sat on the swing, swaying gently. It was as if with each swing, her worries would drift away with the wind and disappear without a trace. This swing was the original owner's favorite thing to play on when she was in the orphanage.

"Sister Lan..."

A little girl, about five or six years old, had a mushroom haircut. Beneath her bangs, which reached her eyebrows, were a pair of pure, innocent eyes, devoid of any impurities.

Holding a small wildflower she had picked, she tilted her head back and said in a clear voice, "Sister Lan, will you play with us?"

"Yes! Sister Lan, will you play with us?"

When the other children saw this, they ran over, each holding a beautiful flower in their hand.

Looking at these tiny children, their small figures, their hearts filled with fear of loneliness, she felt a pang of heartache, her heart aching for these children. "Alright!"

"Sister Lan, these are the flowers I picked, I'm giving them to you!"

The little girl who had just come to her held the flowers in both hands and presented them to Lan Qingyue with a reverent gesture.

"And me..."

"And mine too..."

"Sister Lan, this is mine..."

"Sister Lan, here are some flowers for you..."

The children presented the flowers they were holding to Lan Qingyue.

Lan Qingyue's hands were soon filled with a bouquet of flowers, their delicate fragrance wafting out, refreshing and delightful.

These flowers may not be as beautiful as roses, as noble as peonies, or as elegant as lotuses... but they represent the children's heartfelt wishes. This love for an older sister touched the softest spot in Lan Qingyue's heart.

"Sister Lan will play with you. What do you want to play?"

Lan Qingyue touched the children's cute faces, her gentle gaze shining on them like the sun, warm and comforting.

"this……"

The children rested their chins on their little hands, looking conflicted. Lan Qingyue remained patient and waited.

"How about we play Eagle Catches Chicks, Sister Lan?"

With an inquiring tone, her bright eyes were filled with hope as she stared intently at Lan Qingyue, afraid that she might refuse.

"Okay, Sister Lan will play Eagle Catches Chicks with you."

"Sister Lan, would you like to be the mother hen?"

"good!"

"Then who will be the eagle?" Lan Qingyue squatted down and asked, mimicking the children's bewildered expressions.

"Let Chengcheng be the eagle!" a little boy said.

"Oh no, Chengcheng is running too fast, we'll be eaten!"

A little girl with a ponytail shook her head in denial.

"What about An'an? He's the tallest boy around here."

The boy named An'an, who was called out, smiled shyly at Lan Qingyue, clearly liking this older sister.

"Can I join you?"

A male voice sounded behind her, unlike the innocent voices of children. Lan Qingyue felt a jolt in her brow.