In the early morning at the orphanage.
ire had already woken up. She opened a novel webpage on herputer, checking herment section. Many readers expressed excitement at her resuming updates after a hiatus of four to five days and encouraged her not to stop updating again.
Some asked if she had been very busytely.
Others were worried if she had fallen ill.
But even more readers dered their unwavering dedication to her novel.
As she scrolled through these hundreds ofments, a wave of warmth welled up within her. Her eyes moistened involuntarily, she was truly touched.
Writing was a passion that permeated ire’s bones. She loved the stories under her pen, and she loved her supportive readers.
While scrolling, her slender fingers paused. ire spotted fivements from Rowan Watson-Rowan Watson was looking for her!
A new ount, named Rowan Watson!
A spark ignited in ire’s eyes. Rowan Watson was her boyfriend! She remembered!
Fixated on the name, she felt as though she had found a glimmer of hope. She quickly responded to hisment-
“I’m at the orphanage. I’m fine. I’m still alive. Don’t worry. I’lle to see you in a few days.”N?velDrama.Org content rights.
To avoid revealing her private address publicly and putting the orphanage under the scrutiny of all her readers, ire didn’t reply in too much detail.
But even such a simple response didn’t post sessfully. Thement was under review!
ire was frustrated. All she could do was wait patiently. She didn’t usually interact with her readers, she had only just realized thatments needed to be reviewed by the website.
She got up and looked out the window. The world outside was pure and clean. The snow, fluffy like cotton, danced in the wind.
Such beauty could certainly bring joy to people.
She was thinking about Rowan Watson, even though she couldn’t recall his face.
At this moment, a Maybach was driving towards the orphanage… It had already left the city area.
“The snow in the suburbs still hasn’t stopped.” Monica and Eason sat in the back seat, she looked out the window, “It’s so beautiful! Like a thick quilt!”
Eason also liked the snow, “Monica, can I build a snowman?” Probably all children loved snow.
“Of course!”
But he was more excited about meeting new friends today. Eason had carefully prepared gifts for them and brought cards for ying the idiom solitaire game. He was both nervous and excited.
“Monica, will they like ying with me?” The little guycked confidence, he hadn’t interacted with outsiders for quite a while.
“They definitely will!”
Eason was bundled up in a hat, scarf, and gloves.
“Eason, are you cold?” Tristan, who was driving, asked him, “Give your hand to Monica for a check.”
The doctors had repeatedly instructed when they left that he must not catch a cold during treatment.
“Brother, I’m not cold!” The child was excited, his body was warm.
But Monica still checked Eason’s hands and back, then reported to Tristan, “He’s not cold, and he isn’t sweating.”
Back at the orphanage.
Jack Adams had prepared breakfast for the children, they were lining up to get their food. The kids were excited to hear that Monica wasing!
“I want to have a snowball fight with Monica!”
“Me too! Me too!”
Jack Adams smiled and told them, “Monica will bring a special little friend over. You all must protect him well. He wants to make friends with you. He’s a sick child, so you must give him extra care and love.”
“Okay, Mr. Adams!”
“Will he live here all the time?” Mino asked curiously, “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“It’s a boy. He won’t live here, he’s justing to y with Monica and will leave by noon.”
“Oh, I see.”
After breakfast, the kids went to the courtyard to wait, some built snowmen, some had snowball fights. As they yed, they would look towards the road outside the yard. Finally, they saw a car entering their sight.
“They’re here! They’re here!! Monica is here!!” The children jumped in excitement, pping their hands and revealing genuine smiles.