The peeling wooden door of Dean Li's house opened.
Dean Li stuck out half of his body first.
He looked around.
As if scouting enemy territory.
Confirming that there were only a few neighbors cooking in the hallway, he turned back and gestured to the inside.
"Wanyi, be careful, the threshold is high."
His voice was so gentle it could almost drip water.
The old man who had been angrily slamming the table inside, now resembled a eunuch serving the Empress Dowager.
Lin Wan Yi came out holding Gu Ning.
Gu Yanshen was carrying Gu An with one hand, and in the other, he held the old radio that had served them well, following behind.
"Teacher, you don't need to see us off."
Lin Wan Yi smiled helplessly.
"No way!"
Dean Li hugged the briefcase in his arms tighter.
It contained Lin Wan Yi's notebook.
He clutched it to his chest with both hands, as if trying to press it into his ribcage.
"It's dark in the hallway, and there's clutter. What if you trip?"
Dean Li said seriously.
