"What do you mean by this..."
She hardly dared to ask how one could think of drinking pesticides. Was that person really so wonderful that you would live and die for her? But now that you are in this state, has she come to see you?
Zhou Xiaomeng sniffled, truly feeling a profound sadness in her heart. In a place where nobody was around, she forcefully wiped her face before hurrying to catch up with Tang Yuxin, also following her into the office.
"Have a seat," Tang Yuxin motioned towards the couch.
Zhou Xiaomeng quickly sat down, placing her hands uneasily and rigidly on her knees, her body tingling with a bundle of nerves.
Standing before her now was not her dear Yuxin but Dr. Tang, as well as her teacher—she was just so nervous.
