The class bell rang.
It has been three days since Xiao Yun's death.
Ye Yuwei gloomily packed the books on her desk, still unable to recover from the horrific scene of that day.
"Yuwei, what's wrong? You weren't focused in class today! Is something on your mind?" Teacher Wu walked over, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, her eyes shining with a gentle light like a starry dream.
Ye Yuwei instinctively looked up, sensing a heartfelt concern in those warm eyes like a gentle breeze.
This concern was like a spring breeze, stirring ripples in her heart. At that moment, for some reason, she felt an immense sense of reliance on the woman in front of her, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Teacher Wu, my colleague passed away, I'm so scared..." Ye Yuwei said as she involuntarily leaned into her embrace.
"Don't be afraid, tell me about it, maybe talking will help untangle your feelings."
"Teacher Wu, actually, I'm a little idol working in a girl group..."
