Su Nanzhi steadied herself, and even without looking up, she had already identified the person in front of her by the voice. With such a stunning voice coupled with an aura that was recognizable even without seeing the face, no one came to mind other than Teacher Jiang.
As far as she could tell, no one had yet surpassed Teacher Jiang's beauty.
Su Nanzhi crouched down, picked up the books that had fallen on the ground, along with a bookmark that had slipped out.
What was puzzling was that the bookmark was made of a material similar to bamboo.
Let's be honest, does using such a bamboo piece as a bookmark not feel uncomfortable?
Of course, if Teacher Jiang had no problems with it, then Su Nanzhi certainly didn't either.
But because she crouched down to pick up the items, and since the bamboo piece was face up, Su Nanzhi couldn't avoid seeing the words on it.
The inscription wasn't lengthy, but it was beautifully written with strong, energetic strokes.
