He liked this feeling.
Winter was almost over.
He casually said, fiddling with Xiaolv's nose which kept dodging, "How's the job as a primary school teacher?"
"Not great, it's a mixed bag."
Fang had just finished doing her feet, washed them again, then gently dried and massaged them. "The composition of primary school teachers is quite complex. Some have just graduated from college and came directly in, some have capable husbands who arranged an easy job for them, and then there are people like me who just muddle through."
"There's quite a bit of showing off among colleagues."
"I'm indecisive. Since childhood, I've always followed my family's arrangements. They wanted me to come here, so I did, all the way up smoothly through the exams."
"What about your parents?"
"They're dead."
"Died in front of you?"
"Yes, my mom was killed by my dad, and my dad committed suicide."
"Seeking death out of despair?"
