Hearing Zhang Yang's voice, Sun Bingrou hurriedly wiped away her tears.
After a moment, she regained her composure and explained to Zhang Yang, "I wasn't crying because of you. Is there something you need?"
Seeing this, Zhang Yang also recalled that Sun Bingrou had indeed seemed preoccupied with heavy thoughts lately.
Not rushing to ask, he handed over his reflection paper, "Teacher Sun, I've finished writing my reflection. Please take a look."
Sun Bingrou took it and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the title.
But immediately, she became serious again and said to Zhang Yang, "What kind of reflection is this? I asked you to recognize your mistake. What have you written here?"
The title read boldly, "Teacher Sun, I was wrong."
"It's a reflection, Teacher Sun, I was wrong," Zhang Yang repeated earnestly.
But as Sun Bingrou read on, good heavens, this wasn't a reflection at all; it was entirely an apology to her.
