Song Xueqin's heart suddenly clenched, wanting to hide to the side, but at that moment, the man suddenly grasped her hand, together they opened the iron door in front of them—
In an instant, it was as if all the memories were unlocked.
—— "Yan Jing, look how lovely these students are! We must take good care of these little flowers."
—— "Yan Jing, I'm going with you for the school's volunteer teaching program this time. I've decided and you can't object."
—— "Yan Jing, I like you, just like I like the mountains, the water, the... air."
—— "Yan Jing, these are just small waves in the process, our goal is the stars and the sea, you'll keep walking with me, right?"
...
Song Xueqin had always been sure that the love between Qiao Yanjing and herself would not be defeated by anything, but reality made her five internal organs feel like they were burning; their love was as fragile as a glass.
Just like the school before her, long gone to ruin, without a trace of vitality.
