That year, we were all buried beneath an endless sea of exam papers. Whenever we lifted our heads, all we saw were faces slick with sweat. Behind thick lenses lurked enormous ambitions, but perhaps those ambitions were simply the price of our youth. That day, I gently tapped your desk. Later, you said I had already tapped open the door to your heart.
Theme:
Originally, she could still take a day off on the weekend, but after a week of tutoring in chemistry, the tutoring math teacher found An Qian a chemistry teacher. Is it wrong?