Su Shuochi listened to his wife's tireless reminders, and his heart bubbled with sweetness.
"Jiaojiao, I've taken all your reminders to heart. You're my lucky star. I'll be fine."
"We're each other's lucky stars. You be careful. I'm going to class now."
Gu Jiaojiao thought, 'Worst case, after one class, I'll find a chance to duck into the bathroom and enter the space to check on him.'
'Each other's lucky stars?' Su Shuochi's eyes sparkled, a warmth lingering in them that wouldn't fade.
He watched his wife leave the space, then stared dazedly as she walked cheerfully toward the school gate.
Gu Jiaojiao headed for the school gate alone, relying on her memory. But once she was inside, she was dumbfounded—she couldn't remember where her classroom was.
"Cousin! Cousin Jiaojiao! I called your name a few times, why didn't you answer?" Dong Qiming ran up to her, drenched in sweat.
