C122 A Lot of Pressure

As autumn approached, the air grew increasingly chill.

The towering trees beside the orphanage had leaves that were yellowing and withering, signaling the deepening of the season.

A sudden gust of wind stirred up a whirlwind of dead leaves.

A group of five- and six-year-old children played gleefully beneath the trees.

The idyllic scene brought a warm smile to the face of Jiang Zhuo