With an excited yell, Sun Weitao ran—no, walked, like a human—right up to the front doors of the orphanage.
Sun Weitao pushed open the orphanage door with a trembling hand. As soon as he stepped inside, a small voice shouted:
"Big Brother Wei!"
A rush of tiny footsteps echoed through the hallway. One by one, kids of all ages came running from every corner of the building. Their faces lit up like fireworks when they saw him.
"Big Brother Wei! It's really you!"
"You came back!"
"You're not a dream, right?!"
They ran straight into his arms, hugging him tightly. Some of the younger ones started crying, their small hands clutching his clothes.
"Where did you go?! Why didn't you come back for ten years?" a girl with two pigtails asked, sniffling.
"And why did some people from an insurance company come here ten years ago?" another boy asked.
"They said you left 1 million yuan for us. We used it to keep the place open, but…"
Sun Weitao blinked. "1… million?"
