She wanted to go in and listen, but her grandmother pulled her back, forbidding her to enter.

"Grandma, what is that lady saying to Rose?" The girl was called Irene.

She was older than three, but she, too, did not go to kindergarten.

"I can't hear them. Just ask Rose about it later." The old woman was in her sixties. Her hair was white, but she was still spritely and spirited.

"That lady wants to take Rose down the hill. She wants to adopt Rose," said a visitor who was standing next to them. The visitor had followed Avery.

Irene was filled with sadness when she heard that. She did not want Rose to leave this place.

If Rose left, she would no longer have such a good playmate. Other than missing Rose, Irene was a little envious of her, too.

The lady talking to Rose in the room looked very gentle. If Rose were to leave with her, she would surely treat Rose well, right?

At that thought, Irene's eyes grew wet. She reached out and rubbed her eyes.

"Little girl, what's your name? Y