"Student, how—"
Father Hua's confused question abruptly stopped.
Because he'd heard it too.
The sound of the door opening.
Whoever had opened the door was clearly in a hurry.
Their movements were somewhat forceful.
"Bang~"
That was the sound of the door closing.
Then came footsteps, drawing closer and closer.
Father Hua knew Mother Hua was back.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, he saw her hurrying toward them.
Her hair fell in disarray against her cheeks.
Her expression was complicated.
There was suspicion, delight, and disbelief...
When she'd gotten Father Hua's call, she'd thought something had happened to their son, and her heart had given a jolt.
The fingers holding her phone had trembled.
But what had she heard?
Their son was better?
She'd almost suspected that her longing for the news had made her imagine it.
Father Hua had told her three times in a row that their son was better.
Only then had she come to her senses, dazed, and realized she hadn't misheard.
Father Hua hadn't explained in detail. He'd only told her to hurry home.
Of course she had to go home.
Their son was better?!
Thinking of Father Hua's excited, booming voice, her heart beat faster and faster.
Their son was better?
Was their son really better?
And all within an hour of her leaving him?
She'd immediately taken her leave of her teacher.
Seeing how unsettled she was, the teacher hadn't let her drive. Instead, he'd asked his assistant to take her home.
She was very grateful.
Only then had she realized that, in her current state, she could easily have gotten into an accident if she'd driven herself.
Her ears were even ringing a little.
Her head felt somewhat dizzy, too.
But her spirits were high.
She'd waited so long