Chuzheng didn't know when it started to rain outside, and it was pouring quite heavily.
Chuzheng pushed Qiao Lian into the bathroom: "Wash up first."
"Teacher."
Qiao Lian grabbed her.
Chuzheng noticed Qiao Lian's fingers were trembling.
Chuzheng turned back: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Lian raised his head, his eyes dark as ink, and said slowly.
"Teacher, I killed someone."
"..."
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The heavy rain poured down, hitting the glass with a crackling sound.
The boy's thin silhouette reflected on the glass, while Chuzheng used a towel to dry his hair.
Buzz buzz buzz——
The phone beside Chuzheng lit up.
Chuzheng handed the towel to him and went to answer the call.
Two minutes later, Chuzheng came back: "The person isn't dead, they were sent to the hospital."
The boy's tense nerves seemed to relax: "Teacher..."
"It's okay now." Chuzheng held him tightly in her arms.
Qiao Lian carefully raised his hand to embrace her waist.
"I didn't mean it." His voice was slightly hoarse.
"Mm."
