Enduring the explosion of various flavors in her mouth, He Qing felt that after this meal, both her perspective and her taste had greatly improved and elevated.
—The food she made herself, she had to eat it even with tears.
Finally finishing this indescribable lunch and seeing every student walking towards them wearing a mask, the three paused, all feeling a rise of concern: With so many people sick at the same time, really, was there no problem?
The three walked side by side, brushing past a male student next to them.
The male student was short and unattractive. He wore a mask and walked with a faltering step, appearing to be another patient with a severe cold.
After they passed by, Lu Shaodan couldn't help but ask.
"Ah Qing, with such a widespread outbreak of a contagious disease at school, really, is there no problem?"
