Upon saying this, Teacher Lin whispered, "I'm kind of glad I came, so I could meet you here."
Just as Rong Qingqing was trying to figure out what Teacher Lin meant, she heard him ask, "By the way, how's your health? I heard from Qiaoqiao that you were in a car accident. I've been worried about you."
"Don't worry, I've been well for a while. I told you on WeChat but you didn't quite believe it. Now that you've seen me, you believe it, right?" Rong Qingqing waved her arm at Teacher Lin. "Look at me, I'm so strong and powerful."
Those four words, "strong and powerful," really made Teacher Lin laugh.
A shy young man, when he laughs, it's not like Lin Bufan who laughs out loud with an open mouth.
He's someone who laughs with his eyes, looking at you with a smile in his gaze, lips curving gently, the sound of his laughter light, like the warm spring sun, soft and gentle.
"Then we'll proceed with our plan as agreed," Teacher Lin said. "We'll meet at the library this weekend."
