I walked aimlessly on the street with a backpack containing all my belongings.

As I kept walking, I arrived at the train station and headed towards the ticket counter.

"Hello, I'd like a ticket for the next train," I said.

"Where to?" the ticket seller asked.

"Anywhere is fine, just the next train," I replied.

So I boarded the train, embarking on a journey without a destination. When the train arrived at the station, it started to rain.

I took shelter under a bus stop sign, my gaze wandering aimlessly. Pedestrians hurried by, each with a destination in mind.

Alone and homeless, I didn't feel sad. After all, there was no one at that home who loved me.

"Sister, why aren't you going home? Don't you have an umbrella?"

Suddenly, a little boy appeared in my sight, holding a cartoon-patterned umbrella. He tilted his head cutely and looked at me.

Feeling awkward, I replied with a hint of embarrassment and discomfort, "Sister doesn't have a home."

Upon hearing my words, the little boy scratched his head in confusion.

I thought he would leave, but instead, he came forward and held my hand.

"Huanhuan has a home. Huanhuan will take sister home. Sister, come home with Huanhuan, okay?"

He led me to the entrance of a restaurant, shouting inside before entering, "Dad, Huanhuan is back, and Huanhuan brought sister back."

Huanhuan guided me into the restaurant. It was not large but clean and tidy, filled with diners.

"Hey, Huanhuan, let sister sit first. Dad is busy," a kind-looking uncle poked his head out from the kitchen and warmly greeted me.

I felt nervous and unsure, fearing I might be asked to leave.

Huanhuan pulled me to a vacant table and kept saying playful things to cheer me up, but I couldn't find joy.

It wasn't until the uncle brought two bowls of noodles with a bright smile, inviting me and Huanhuan to eat, that I finally felt a sense of warmth.

Throughout the meal, the atmosphere remained harmonious. Although Huanhuan was young, he always tried to serve me and the uncle.

As we neared the end of the meal, the uncle suddenly asked me, "Young lady, did you run away from home?"

I froze, then nodded after a moment, silently preparing to leave.

"If you don't mind, you can stay here in my shop. You can leave whenever you want. I happen to need some help in the shop, and Huanhuan needs a playmate," the uncle offered.

"Okay." When I came to my senses, tears were streaming down my face as I choked out a response.

So, I started working in the shop. The uncle and Huanhuan treated me so well, just like I was their real family.

I finally received the love and care I had longed for from them. On the day the college entrance exam results were released, I was particularly anxious. I made mistakes serving dishes, but the uncle didn't scold me; instead, he told me to rest.

When the shop was quiet, the uncle returned with a laptop. I was surprised, but he handed it to me, saying, "Ziyuan, today is the day the exam results are out. Check it now."

During my time there, I shared all my past experiences with the uncle and Huanhuan, and they listened with empathy.

Huanhuan held my hand, his small words warming my heart, "Sister, even though mom is bad, you have Huanhuan now. Sister, don't cry."

Encouraged by the uncle's gaze, I pressed the search button.

580 points! The glaring zero in the Chinese score column seemed insignificant at that moment.