"Still not right!" Qiu Qianghai's voice was low and cold as he bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction.
Hearing this, Song Yinyin, clutching her notebook, shivered all over.
Her face twisted with despair as she looked uneasily at Qiu Qianghai seated on the sofa.
"Mr. Qiu?"
"Start over, and if it's still not right, practice until you've mastered it."
"…" Song Yinyin's innocent face was a picture of collapse, she was almost in tears!
This meant another all-nighter reciting poetry.
Qiu Qianghai withdrew his gaze indifferently and gently focused on the red woven bracelet on his wrist.
This was given to him by Gu Minmin; the woven bracelet was a class project of hers and the only thing Minmin had given him.
Qiu Qianghai still remembered how that girl looked when she gave him the bracelet, her face flushed with shyness, both expectant and nervous.
Those scenes seemed to have occurred yesterday, forever etched in his mind.
