"Nianhua, how did you learn foreign languages?" Pei Yining rested her head on her hand and watched as Xu Nianhua flipped through dictionaries and books, strands of rebellious hair falling forward. Xu Nianhua occasionally reached up to brush them back, and that gesture, not to mention to a man, even Pei Yining found it utterly charming.
Nianhua's seriousness was particularly alluring.
Pei Yining's mind wandered as she thought, no wonder her overly critical brother treated Nianhua so differently.
"As long as you work hard and stay focused, you can always learn it well." Xu Nianhua's hand clutching a pen, gliding swiftly across the paper—for someone who had once been a training teacher, understanding the best way to learn a foreign language was too simple. Those words, like indelible marks, were etched into her mind.
