Nanhong Road.
A white BMW pulled into a parking space by the park. An Chan got out of the driver's seat, closed the door behind her, and cast her gaze toward the river dam in the distance, where she could make out a hazy crowd.
She had a close high school classmate who ran a stall at the Night Market.
Besides, she felt some attachment to the Hui River. When she was young, she had visited relatives here, run through the fields, and gazed out over the riverbank.
"What a pity. Uncle Bi is in prison."
At the thought, An Chan could not help but sigh.
She strolled alone along the riverbank. The wind brushed across her face, making her feel quite at ease.
Staying in a small city isn't necessarily a bad choice in life. An Chan looked down at the slowly flowing Hui River, and much of the obsession in her heart faded away.
She reached the bustling area, where all kinds of vendors filled her view. An Chan did not stop because of it, always maintaining the perspective of an outsider.
At last, following the clues her good friend had given her, she found the sushi stall.
"Nini." An Chan smiled.
Nini, who had been sitting on a stool in a daze, was first surprised upon hearing An Chan's voice, then smiled as well. "Your Mandarin is very standard."
An Chan had lost her usual airs. "Of course. I'm a people's teacher now."
"Students must really like a teacher like you," Nini said.
The moment she said that, Xue Yuantong, who was frying fish, poked her little face over to look.
An Chan saw Xue Yuantong as well, but did not recognize her.
The reason was simple. Every time An Chan taught a class, Xue Yuantong was