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... e adults’ attention.
Teachers stationed around the auditorium hurried over, weaving carefully through the rows of little ones.
One crouched beside Ao Yichen, her voice soft and warm.
"Oh, sweetheart, what’s the matter? Your uniform looks so nice and tidy—let’s not let it get messy on the floor. Come on, let’s stand up together, okay?"
But the boy didn’t move. He only cried harder, his small body shaking.
"Chen-chen?" A gentle voice called. His mother hurri ...
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