"Miss, we've arrived at Cihang Orphanage." The driver pulled the car to a stop and offered a kindly reminder.
"Thank you." An Ruoxue paid the fare and quickly stepped out. Wang Zifan was right; two excavators were already hard at work, and the main building of the orphanage had already been demolished.
She watched, devastated, as they prepared to tear down the large banyan tree that meant the most to her.
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