Chapter 774

Clara stood frozen in place. In her mind, familiar little figures seemed to appear—Alex and many more. On those innocent and naïve faces were pairs of clear, bright eyes, looking at her with deep affection. It was as if the crisp voices of the children echoed in the air— "Teacher Winston! Teacher Winston..." "Teacher Winston, did I do this problem right?" "Wow, is this my new dress? Boohoo, Teacher Winston, you're so nice, just like my mom!" "Teacher Winston, when I grow up, I will definitely leave Village and become someone who contributes to the country and society. When that time comes, will you walk with me, Teacher? I will show you the same respect I show my mom!" Clara covered her ears, but those voices seemed to seep into them with no obstacle. She could no longer hold back and crouched down, tears falling silently. Low sobs filled with endless sorrow and regret echoed in the gradually darkening world. ... That night, Clara cried through the whole night. When she woke up the nex