The camp was originally built on a school. Although it was a relatively large middle school, it still had plenty of children's books and some stationery and toys available for the kids.
Inside the children's activity room, colorful mats covered most of the floor, a crooked little castle made of building blocks leaned against the corner, picture books were scattered on the low table, and the windows were adorned with children's doodles.
This place certainly couldn't compare to a proper children's entertainment area in a regular town, but it was the most exquisite and warm place in the entire camp now.
This was thanks to the dedicated efforts of the person in charge.
Li Lingling had just stepped inside, and her tense nerves, strained for several days, relaxed abruptly, her breathing slowed momentarily.
Her gaze immediately fell on the small chair by the window — a girl named Niannian was leaning there, her little hand constantly scratching her arm.
