Looking at that pristine Gardenia flower, Penelope's eyes suddenly sparkled, and a radiant smile bloomed on her little face.
She quickly turned around and ran outside, but at that moment, the bell for class rang.
Her deskmate, a little boy who had returned from playing, saw her running out and asked, "Penelope, where are you going? Class has started."
"My guardian Angel has come back," Penelope said with a smile, "I have to go find him!"
Penelope was in a hurry and took off running after speaking.
The little boy scratched his head in confusion, "Guardian Angel?"
Yes, the guardian Angel.
Penelope had always believed that an Angel was watching over her.
From the nursery class, the middle class to the senior class at kindergarten, whenever someone bullied her, soon after that person would come and apologize to her.
Sometimes her mother would return very late, and when she was home alone, she could feel someone's presence, never feeling scared.
