"But she didn't understand, 'Why look for a new teacher, is Mr. Su not teaching well?'"
"How do you feel about it?" Jian Zhiqing asked her in return. At that moment, he was standing with his back to the wind, which meant that all the wind was blowing onto him, while Qin Xiangnuan could no longer feel the cold; all the wind was blocked by this tall and large man. For the first time, she felt that being short and thin was not too bad, at the very least, there was someone to block the wind and rain for her, as if even if the mountains came crashing down, he would be there to bear it.
She rubbed her hands together, her eyes misty like the current weather. The weather forecast mentioned snow in the coming days, but Qin Xiangnuan felt that it would snow today.