Bao Nan had long anticipated such an ending, so at this moment, he didn't feel much emotional upheaval.
"Your essays are very well-written." After a moment's silence, he continued, "I particularly liked that sentence."
Hearing this, Jiang Tong awkwardly touched her nose, "Really?"
"Yeah."
With his response, the already awkward atmosphere became even more uncomfortable.
Jiang Tong coughed lightly a few times and quickly brought them back to the topic they had been discussing.
"So, has it always been your dream to become a diplomat?"
She blinked her bright eyes, curiously looking at Bao Nan, while her feet incessantly splashed in the stream.
Bao Nan paused his mud-washing and stood in the middle of the stream.
After a long while, he replied softly, "I suppose so."
Actually, Jiang Tong had forgotten one thing, and that was during the hundred-year anniversary of Hengchuan Middle School, she wrote a wish paper.
