At this moment, he even had the illusion that they were already an old couple.
The window was open, and the cool breeze from the outside brought petals of gardenia in, floating through Ni Cuihua's hair.
Just like any rural woman, her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, it didn't seem tacky at all. A strand of hair fell from her forehead, elegant and virtuous.
Don't laugh at her for going gray; time doesn't defeat beauty.
The 'wild' cells inside Shangguan Dehui that had been stagnant for years were stirring again, but he had to suppress them.
This time, he couldn't scare her off, no matter what.
The tension between them gradually eased.
Being with Shangguan Dehui made Ni Cuihua feel an unprecedented sense of relaxation, their conversation also became more casual.
Ni Cuihua said, "Are you really a teacher now?"
Ni Cuihua, who didn't know the truth before, thought Shangguan Dehui was quite suitable to be a teacher, but now… she always felt something was off.
