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"What? If I ever see you or your people bullying An Zhao again, I won't use my strength to lift you up, I'll smash you in the face." Qiao Zhen stepped back, ignoring An Jue's expression.

When she returned, An Zhao was still sitting upright in his seat. Qiao Zhen smiled and bent down, speaking softly to An Zhao beside his face, "Shall we go to the cafeteria for lunch?"

"Hmm." An Zhao just wanted to leave this place. He was conflicted; on one hand, he wanted to live like a normal person, but on the other hand, he resisted this kind of life.

Qiao Zhen helped An Zhao walk towards the cafeteria. As they went downstairs, she leaned close to An Zhao's ear and reminded her that there were steps ahead or that they needed to turn a corner.

An Zhao felt that Qiao Zhen was a bit strange. Although she had taken care of him in the same way before, she never talked to him much. She would just take him to the cafeteria and then send him back as if it were a job. He never knew what was on the stairs, or what was pasted, drawn, or hung on the walls.

Qiao Zhen continued to chatter on and on, saying, "There are signs over there that say no horseplay and keep to the right."

An Zhao's mind stirred slightly, and he tentatively asked, "Right, which side?"

Qiao Zhen was taken aback by his question. She held his right hand and squeezed it. "This is the right hand. We all use this hand to write and to hold chopsticks."

An Zhao had always been in a normal school, but he was blind. During the ten years he was supposed to be learning, all he received was contempt and sympathy that was different from others. An's father didn't care about him and let him do whatever he wanted.

While supporting An Zhao, Qiao Zhen cautiously advised, "Young Master, you won't learn anything here, and you'll suffer the contempt of those people. Why don't you go to a school for the blind? With your abilities, it would be easy for your teacher to create one just for you."