The old lady watched the things floating by on the ground, her expression filled with complex emotions.

"Oh my, the children love these books the most."

"I don't know how sad I would be to see these treasures in this state."

Su Xueya had no time to care about what the old lady was saying; she was only focused on pushing herself forward.

After walking only fifty meters, Su Xueya felt like her arm was about to break.

"Young lady, if you really can't do it, don't force yourself. Let me do it."

The old lady muttered as she went to pull her suitcase.

"Young people lack exercise and are not as fit as an old lady like me."

This infuriated Su Xueya.

She meant well in helping the old lady, but was criticized by her in this way.

"Grandma, this is too heavy."

Su Xueya was a little out of breath, and her arms and legs felt sore and weak.

You have to turn two corners and walk two hundred meters to reach the place the old lady specified.

Su Xueya felt completely exhausted and unable to walk any further.

"Even an old lady like me can lift you up, what else could it be but a lack of exercise?"

The old lady showed no appreciation whatsoever and spoke very rudely.

Su Xueya wanted to get angry, but thinking of the relationship between the old lady and Su Xiu, she had to swallow her resentment.

Mingyao also came to find the restroom and saw the old lady scolding Su Xueya.

Su Xueya's eyes lit up the moment she saw Ming Yao.

She grasped at Mingyao's wrist as if it were a lifeline.

"Sister, come help me."

"Grandma is getting old, it's not easy for her to pull such a heavy suitcase by herself."

"I haven't gone to the bathroom yet."

Mingyao looked at Su Xueya with great confusion, somewhat doubting her own ears.

What is she doing?

Did she think of her as someone to clean up messes?

Su Xueya likes to show off, but she also likes to quit whenever she feels like it.

Mingyao tried to call out to her, but Su Xueya was running too fast.

The old lady waved her hand: "Young lady, you don't need to help."

"You came with Xiao Su, right?"

"You've already helped a lot today, let me do it myself."

Seeing the old lady's trembling body, Mingyao snatched the box away.

"I'll do it."

Mingyao picked up the box and carried it to the library that the old lady had designated in one go.

She was drenched in sweat after putting down the box.

The old lady looked at the books in the library with heartache; the library was closest to the mountain.

The mud and stones have knocked the books into the mud, and many books have been destroyed.

Even if it's dried again, it's no longer watchable.

Mingyao looked at the old lady and asked, "Grandma, are you packing up these books?"

The old woman's eyes were red and choked with sobs as she said, "These are all books that children love to read, and they're all ruined!"

Mingyao picked up the rotten book, flipped through it a couple of times, and noticed the reading card inside.

The small card was covered with names; no wonder the old lady was so upset.

As Mingyao was turning the pages of the book, she heard a faint, almost inaudible sobbing sound.

She followed the sound to the corner of the library.

A thin, small girl huddled in a corner, her face covered in mud and streaked with tears.

She looked up as if sensing something, and her eyes met Mingyao's.

Mingyao quickly pulled the little girl up and asked, "Little girl, why are you here all alone?"

"It's far too dangerous."

Mingyao looked closely and saw that the little girl was wearing a pink cotton-padded jacket and had her hair in a ponytail.

She breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the teacher had found the little girl she was looking for.

The little girl was covered in dirt, but the two tear tracks on her face stood out starkly against the muddy surface.

Her clear, black and white eyes carefully examined Mingyao, her gaze filled with timidity.

Mingyao tried to pull the little girl up, but the little girl seemed to be on guard against an enemy, tightly clutching the book in her arms.

She shrank back, clearly not wanting Mingyao to touch her.

Mingyao didn't forcibly pull the little girl up; instead, she squatted down to be at eye level with the little girl.

"It's dangerous for you to be here alone."

"Did you come here because you have a favorite book?"

The little girl nodded fearfully.

Mingyao laughed: "Then can you tell me what kind of books you like?"

The little girl's voice was barely audible, "General History."

Mingyao's smile became even brighter.

"So you like history."

"My sister also studied history."

"And my sister is also working on historical robots."

The little girl was clearly intrigued and asked with great curiosity, "What is a historical robot?"

"A historical robot is a robot that possesses all historical knowledge."

The little girl's eyes lit up. "Sister, are any of the robots you mentioned the general history books I've read?"

Mingyao nodded: "Of course."

"Not only will it be in the general history books you like to read, but it will also be in other history books you like."

The little girl laughed, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in her dim eyes.

"Sister, can I take a look at the robot?"

Mingyao tentatively reached out her hand, and only after finding that the little girl did not avoid her did she tentatively rub the little girl's messy hair.

"Not yet, the robot is still under development."

"But once I've finished one, I can give you one."

The little girl smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling as if they held a thousand stars.

She hugged the book tightly, asking with a mixture of excitement and restraint, "Really?"

Mingyao extended her hand and said sincerely, "You can't lie to me for a hundred years, okay?"

The little girl smiled broadly and made a pinky promise with Mingyao, while the old lady's cheerful voice rang out.

"Xiao Hui, what did your sister say to you?"

"To make you so happy."

Xiao Hui skipped and hopped to the old lady's side and hugged her tightly.

"Grandma Dean, my sister said she'll give me a robot someday!"

"I'm really looking forward to the robot my sister will make."

The old woman watched Mingyao with great interest. After a moment, she gently patted Xiaohui's shoulder.

"Teacher Wang is looking for you everywhere. Go back quickly, and don't run around like that again."

Xiao Hui nodded and skipped away.

Mingyao was telling Xiaohui to slow down when she didn't notice that the old man's face had darkened.

She stood with her hands behind her back, looking at Mingyao with a gloomy gaze.

"Ms. Su, why do you make promises to children so casually?"

Meeting the dean's displeased gaze, Mingyao paused for a moment: "Dean, I just..."

“Children who grow up in orphanages are more sensitive and vulnerable than ordinary children. If you make a promise rashly and then fail to keep it, it will be a very painful blow to the children.”

Mingyao understood the dean's good intentions.

To the director, all twenty-odd children in the welfare home were just like his own children.

"Dean, rest assured, I never intended to let her down."

"I assure you, I will fulfill my promise!"

The old dean nodded, his gaze towards Mingyao softening somewhat.