Lu Qingyan smiled awkwardly at the pair of young lovers before she walked into a classroom with Wang Jingyuan.
Only after entering the classroom and turning on the lights did Lu Qingyan realize that Wang Jingyuan's originally beautiful and pale chin was a little red.
She said, a little bit ashamed, "That pair of young lovers was really terrifying. I thought it was a ghost at first—it scared me so much. I'm really, really sorry."
Wang Jingyuan stared at her for a while, then slowly said, "You really like to say the word 'sorry'."
Lu Qingyan: "Ah?"
She paused. Wait a minute.
Now that she thought about it, every single conversation she'd had with Wang Jingyuan involved some form of "Sorry!" "Ah, sorry!" or "I didn't mean to—sorry!"
She was like a walking, talking apology machine. If her chats with him were summarized, it'd just be: Hi, Sorry, Sorry Again, and Goodbye.