Half an hour later, Li Qiao entered the room, wiping her hair.
Qin Jin had already corrected the mistakes, and Li Qiao checked them over. "You clearly understand some of these questions, so why did you still get them wrong? You need to be more careful."
"I guessed."
Li Qiao: "..."
After Li Qiao explained the incorrect questions, Qin Jin corrected them and copied them into her notebook before going out to wash up.
By the time he returned, Li Qiao had already fallen asleep. He didn't know if she had just had a nightmare, but her eyelashes were wet, with tiny droplets clinging to them.
Her nose was red.
He felt a pang of distress and gently wiped away her tears, thinking to himself that if he found out who had scared her in her dream, he'd definitely give that person a couple of punches.
........
The next day.
Li Qiao used her lunch break to pick out materials at Beijing's largest bookstore.
