Han Jinchu thanked her and ran away. Mo Yichen looked at her back and thought,'We'll meet again very soon, Han Jinchu.'
Han Jinchu's face turned red when she thought about how close she had been to him just now. She went home to plant the flower seeds and started drawing.
His head is full of thoughts of him and his family.
Han Jinchu took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Two days later.
Despite Han Jinchu's meticulous care, the flowers never bloomed.
She took the five completed drafts to the interest class.
Ms. Sherry looked at the homework submitted by everyone and said to the class.
"Han Jinchu's performance in today's painting was not bad."
The others looked at Han Jinchu with disdain. She looked like a poor girl. Didn't she come here to hook up with a rich husband? She was even praised. It was disgusting.
