The last empty table at the barbecue shop was soon taken by a few young men.
They ordered skewers and several bottles of beer. After a few drinks, they started talking about the accident that had just happened at Minqing University.
"...I heard the teacher might have inherited it. It just happened to flare up."
"Well, that's a relief. They weren't married yet. Better to find out early than be burdened for the rest of your life."
"What are you talking about? They've already registered their marriage. They just haven't held the wedding banquet."
I froze when I heard that and couldn't help glancing at the table beside us.
The young men looked a little older. At the very least, they couldn't be freshmen who had just started school.
The Skinny Guy and the Fatty turned to look, too.
Our movements immediately caught their attention.
The Skinny Guy asked them in a friendly, familiar way, "Hey, are you talking about the ambulance that just went into the school?"
The crew-cut guy nodded and didn't try to hide it. "Yeah. You heard the ambulance?"
"Not only heard it, we saw it. There was a police car, too. We just don't know what happened," the Skinny Guy said curiously.
I was curious, too.
From what they'd said just now, the people involved were likely the newlyweds we'd seen taking wedding photos. That was some bad luck. The bride had fallen ill during the wedding photoshoot, turning what should have been a happy occasion into a disaster.
There was no denying that gossip was human nature.
The young men at the other table didn't mind that we were strangers and started telling us about it.
"The female teacher had an episode while they were taking wedding photos. I heard she's mentally ill," the