Qin Fangyang's smile carried the weathered sorrow of a past too painful to revisit. "Zuo Xiaoduo, when it comes to love, you must be very, very careful. You can never be too careful."
Zuo Xiaoduo's mouth hung open, his tongue stumbling. "It... it really isn't that... I suspect..."
Qin Fangyang waved a hand. "Hurry home."
With that, he turned and walked back into the school.
His retreating figure actually seemed filled with an indescribable desolation.
"That really isn't what's happening..." For a moment, Zuo Xiaoduo felt that even a hundred mouths couldn't clear his name. He turned his head, only to see that the girl had appeared beneath the streetlamp again...
A pink dress, leaning against the pole, looking at her phone, occasionally smiling faintly, a pink backpack on her back...
Zuo Xiaoduo whirled around and shouted frantically, "Teacher! Teacher Qin! She's here! She's here again! She really is here! Aaaaah..."
Hearing his miserable cries, Qin Fangyang sighed and could only dart swiftly back.
With a whoosh, he arrived beside Zuo Xiaoduo and asked patiently, "Where?"
Zuo Xiaoduo pointed. "There!"
Suddenly, he stood dumbstruck!
Beneath the streetlamp was nothing but empty space. Where was there anyone?
At the sight, Qin Fangyang finally lost control of the nameless anger rising inside him. He jabbed Zuo Xiaoduo with a finger hard enough to make him stagger and snapped, "You brat, behave yourself!"
Then his figure vanished. This time, he truly left.
"I'm innocent..."
Zuo Xiaoduo wanted to cry but had no tears, wanted to speak but had no words.
Qin Fangyang had gone back.
Zuo Xiaoduo really was at a loss over this bizarre situation. A distinctly uncomfortable feeling lingered in his heart.
If this woman wanted to rob him of his money, that was fine-he didn't have any on him anyway.