The clock pointed to half-past three, and Wang Jing shifted uncomfortably in her seat, clearing her throat softly. Seeing that Song Xiaoyu had not reacted at all, she had no choice but to stand up and approach her, "Teacher, shall I go on rounds?"
Without looking up, Song Xiaoyu said, "Wait for Lin Chuxia to come back and you two can go together."
Wang Jing bit her lip and returned to her seat, unable to control the tears that spilled from her eyes, dripping onto the desk and forming a large, wet circle.
Song Xiaoyu sighed to herself and pretended not to see. She regretted her past approach of turning a blind eye towards Wang Jing. For someone who is psychologically fragile and lacks a sense of security, the more you shield her from adversity, the more fragile she becomes.
