Sometimes, silence functions like the fig leaf covering Adam or Eve's lower regions, able to mask shame and hide ugliness. When you find yourself speechless, unable to find an excuse, silence can quietly cover your shame, emptiness, carelessness, and stupidity.
But the witch's calm gaze seemed like two small knives, peeling away Zheng Qing's embarrassment wrapped in silence, leaving his spirit stark naked, exposed to the air.
Leaving him at a loss.
The entire afternoon, Zheng Qing spent in a daze, not knowing what the Symbol Science professor lectured on today, not noticing what he ate for dinner, and if Xiao Xiao hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten there was another Yin Fu Studies class in the evening.
As he hurriedly rushed down Dormitory Hill.
A short figure blocked his path.
"Old Yao is looking for you."
Zhu Si stood in front of the boy with hands on her hips. Despite her short stature, her presence was no less imposing.
