Someone knocked heavily on the bathroom door, nasty in tone as they yelled, "Who's smoking in there?"
The door was pulled open, and it was the Japanese major girl on duty for the week. Seeing me, she first froze, then her face showed disdain as she sternly said, "You're not allowed to smoke."
I slowly stood up, flicked off my cigarette butt, "Alright, sorry, I'm leaving."
Alright, sorry, I'm leaving.
Cheng Jiayang
I pulled out Qiao Fei's forms, resume, academic certificates, and application letters from the envelope, carefully checking them. It was then I realized it was the first time I had seen her handwriting—graceful and powerful, much like her. I corrected a few minor errors and handed it back to the colleague responsible for educational cooperation. He smiled, "Who is this that you are taking such care?"
"A friend's sister," I said.
