The night was like the sea, vast and all-embracing, like Qin Yanan's heart. At this moment, could she afford to be narrow-minded, jealous, resentful, or erupt in hysterics?
Those emotions so often displayed by women were all calmly dispelled by Qin Yanan.
The night was like a tide, surging and magnificent, like the earthly beauty rising and falling with Qin Yanan's breaths.
Calling it disciplining her husband was merely in regard to his identity today. He should not have acted ambiguously with another woman.
At its root, she was disciplining her brother. They said an elder brother was like a father; no matter how Qin Yanan usually teased and provoked him, deep down, she still respected him immensely.
There was the bond of brother and sister, as well as the reverence she felt for their generation after receiving a modern education in history and thought, along with the heartfelt awe she held toward someone extraordinary.
Feelings were complicated. Whichever feeling took precedence at a given moment would make a person behave differently.
Qin Yanan's relationship with him was exceedingly complicated, and her feelings were naturally complicated as well. Tonight, she had decided to speak with him from several positions: "the wife whose pregnant husband was being ambiguous with another woman," "the younger sister hoping her brother would act like a decent human being," and "the counselor who discovered her colleague was flirting with her own student."
Her profession was teaching, and teachers were all exceptionally skilled at talking.
"Brother, how do you generally deal with memories accumulated over the years?" Qin Yanan sat down in the car, slipped off her high heels, and looked at the tips of her toes with some confusion.
Because she was tall, Qin Yanan's shoe size was somewhat larger than that of most girls, yet