Don’t Get Lost in the Next Life

"Does the professor…"

Qin Fang stopped talking some time ago, his head resting on Gao Rui’s shoulder.

Luo Qiu didn’t answer Zhang Qingrui’s question.

Instead, he went to the professor’s side.

He couldn’t tell if the professor was saddled with those sins or not for the past twenty years.

In the first place, humans are unable to decide whether something is sinful or not. His hand swept over the professor’s eyes gently, the aged eyes finally closed.

Zhang Qingrui grieved for this aged man, even though he had only been her teacher for a few lessons.

She gazed at Luo Qiu with a hint of uncertainty, asking softly, "Has the professor… found the thing he lost?"

Luo Qiu’s gaze turned gentle, he lifted the professor’s other hand and laid it on Gao Hui’s, allowing the two hands to clasp.

Reminiscing two decades ago, they went through so many hardships together. Perhaps they went hand-in-hand, cheering together.

"Something like that, it’s not easily lost."