Peng Fang, after leaving the restaurant, walked briskly on the sidewalk. In truth, she roamed without purpose until she reached the traffic lights at the intersection, where a gust of wind seemed to awaken her mind.
She heard the footsteps following her the entire way, steadily standing behind her, maintaining a polite distance.
She turned around.
Under the streetlight, his handsome and firm facial features looked like those of a Greek statue, radiating an undefilable majesty. His silent black eyes gazed at her wordlessly.
She tugged the corners of her lips slightly, "Instructor Chen, I'm sorry."
I'm sorry.
She didn't understand what had gotten into her, why she had reacted so strongly to Lu Huan's words. If it was truly unfounded, why did she feel such urgency inside, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, wishing she could hide under a blanket, yet at the same time feeling a trace of happiness?
