The originally planned group hug ultimately turned into each person hugging Xing Yue in turn to say goodbye.
As Zuzi hugged Xing Yue, she whispered softly in her ear: "Xiao Yue, be brave and face it."
Xing Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she almost stopped breathing.
"Zuzi, what are you saying? I don't understand, dear teacher."
"Well, be brave in facing your love life; it's sweet but has thorns. In the toughest times, you might feel like you're dancing barefoot on ice, unable to take a step. However, when you can't go on, remember the Ancestor's words: everything is a matter of cause and fate, with cause and effect, and destiny will give you the best arrangement at the end."
Xing Yue's pupils contracted!
Every word Zuzi said was so vague, so abstract, without any specific mention, yet it hit precisely on her inner worries.
"Zuzi, how, how do you know?"
How did she know about her so-called romantic prospects?
She was always a perennial single dog at school.
