"You wait here."
Jingzi threw out a sentence, turned around, and slipped into the flower garden, leaving Zhao Rong alone.
The latter waited quietly, without complaint.
In the flower garden.
When Jingzi returned, she saw a strange scene in front of her and softly exclaimed, "Huh?" then curiously asked:
"Teacher, what are you doing? Why aren't you making tea?"
"It's the middle of the afternoon, what tea?"
"Then what are you doing now?"
The female teacher, who unusually wore a graceful dress today, answered casually without looking up, "Obviously, reading."
Jingzi whispered, "This is a horticulture book I was reading..."
"Your book is the teacher's book."
"Alright, just... just remember not to lose my bookmark when you turn the pages."
Zhu Yourong turned another page and nodded, "Oh."
"I remember it's marked with a leaf. Mainly worried I can't find where I left off last time..."
