"These drawings were created by him, one each day, after that incident."
"Thank you, Qin Yin."
Qin Yin pressed her lips together and said: "Thank him for me too. Tell him he's also a little hero."
After speaking, Qin Yin spread out the drawings and looked at each one. Although the strokes were immature, they were drawn with great effort. Qin Yin started to laugh, then suddenly turned to Shu Yao and asked, "Shu Yao, are you really going to the United States?"
"Yes." She nodded.
"Isn't it good here?" Qin Yin asked.
"I want a change of environment, and for my son to have a change of mood too."
Qin Yin thought for a moment, then nodded, extending her hand and said: "I wish you all the best."
"Thank you!"
What Qin Yin didn't expect was that Shu Yao left that very afternoon. Their conversation turned out to be their last. She had been her master for so long, taught her so many things, but she left in the end.
