You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1889

Chapter 1889: Indeed, More Beautiful

Dewey Noble Kindergarten.

As usual, Aaron escorted Anderson to school in the morning, and he also assigned extra personnel to guard near the school. There was a security person stationed every few steps.

The school principal dared not complain. After all, Khebury had been restless lately. The sons of the richest man and the young commander attended their school. It was both an honor and a burden. If anything went wrong, they couldn't afford the consequences.

Carrying his small backpack, Anderson leisurely made his way to the classroom. His backpack contained his own telecommunications smart devices. Currently, he was already connected to the entire kindergarten's security system, allowing him to monitor and control it at any time.

Kiki arrived even earlier. When she saw Anderson, she flashed a big smile. "Anderson, come and see my new creation. Do you like it?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

With that, Kiki took out a delicate small painting. It was an impressionist painting made of the most advanced materials. At first glance, it looked like a print engraving, but it was not. The direction of avant-garde art had long shifted. Holding the brush was just one part of painting; the use of materials was the trend.

Anderson glanced at it. "I don't get it."

Kiki showed an expression of dissatisfaction. "Just take another look. I plan to use this painting for a children's painting competition. Give me some advice, so I can make changes when I get back." Anderson had no interest in art, let alone in Kiki. His voice was indifferent, his expression lazy. "You said it's a children's painting competition, but where in this painting does it look like it's for children? It's clearly an adult's idea."

Kiki was taken aback. At first, she was angry. Clearly, Anderson just looked down on her painting, so why even bother finding a reason? She turned away, her delicate little face puffed up with anger.

she was young, exposed to too many aesthetics and thoughts imposed on her by adults. Her painting had long lost its childlike nature; it was more like a projection of her

she suddenly understood.

stood up from her seat, quietly walked to Anderson's side, about to thank him,

field hockey.

I've been waiting for you. Just finished my math

now. I'll call

to

send me a photo of you. Any recent

I took a photo of my dance class at school recently. Do you

"Quickly send."

girl arrived, her loose hair adorned with tiny crystals, a snow-white ballet skirt, like a princess, meticulously dressed, as beautiful as a fairy. The lovely girl in the photo

was engrossed in chatting with Fair, not noticing anyone around him. It was evening in Mufron, the perfect time for him to chat with Fair before

and another boy

a child star? What's her name? Has she been in any

startled, his scalp tingling, quickly shutting his phone. Only then did he realize that two or three people

fell, a tinge of green and blue in her

phone again, and sent a message to Fair, "Goodnight, I'm going offline now." Then

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