The rain finally stopped.
Along came another piece of good news: Mr. Zhai's fever subsided.
"Teacher, it's chilly outside, please put on another coat."
"Zheng Hua, thank you all for your hard work."
Mr. Zhai felt guilty. The people involved were his students, and since an accident occurred, he felt responsible. Yet he fell ill at the most critical moment.
Fortunately, he recovered quickly this time.
Standing on the balcony on the second floor, the morning air in the mountains, washed by heavy rain for days, felt cool as it was inhaled into his lungs, clearing his mind a bit.
"Teacher, no matter what, you can't fall. We... we all depend on you."
"I'm old; you're no longer kids. It's the teacher who delayed you. I'm not as good as Mr. Luo."
Luo Tingrui was much younger than Mr. Zhai, considered an up-and-coming talent. Yet, currently, his side was developing better, especially the students he mentored who became capable on their own, were more.
