More than once, a child has fluttered his big eyes and described the mesmerizing big brother to himself in a yearning tone, "Teacher Grace, I'm telling you, oh, Brother Pittman is a great guy!"

"He's handsome and so good. I want to be like him when I grow up." Children's words are childish, and they say whatever comes to mind.

Every time this time, Gina always stroked the child's fluffy head with her palm, pursing her lower lip without saying a word. The hair at her temples fell to the side of her face, obscuring her expression from clear view.

"Teacher Liang," the woman at the head of the table...