Growing up with the matron of the orphanage, Yu Qiao Qiao could understand her every gesture and glance.
So, when she glanced at Chen Yan, she obediently followed the matron out of the front courtyard.
As they entered the orphanage, the matron, leaning on her cane, moved slowly yet with a unique strength.
Yu Qiao Qiao followed behind her, her head lowered, feeling slightly anxious.
Perhaps like other girls who bring their boyfriends home, Yu Qiao Qiao hoped her beloved would be accepted by her family but feared hearing opinions she did not want to hear.
Fortunately, the matron did not express the outcome she dreaded.
She shuffled forward a few steps, then chuckled and said to Yu Qiao Qiao, "That boy really likes you."
Hearing this, Yu Qiao Qiao's face instantly blushed.
She stuttered, "No, not...really."
The matron smiled kindly and said, "Liking someone can be seen in the eyes."
"His gaze often strays towards you, and each time he looks at you, his eyes are tender."
