Su Yicheng gently covered his chest, feigning injury.
Gu Qingxin hurriedly retorted, "It's not that I don't care about you. Rather, I've simply always felt that you're not well-suited to being a teacher. You should have broader aspirations and ambitions. You're wasting your talents here."
"Alright, don't be so serious! I was only joking!" Su Yicheng said, his gaze softening. He hadn't expected Gu Qingxin to understand him so well.
"Alright, let's talk about something serious. Since I started teaching at this school, I've only ever taught you guys, all of whom study design. Can you design a handkerchief for me?"
"Huh? A handkerchief?" Gu Qingxin found Teacher Su's request rather peculiar.
"Yes, a handkerchief. You just need to design it for me. You know, if I ever go to the army, I'd have to train every day. A handkerchief would be indispensable."
Su Yicheng simply wishes to possess something related to her, to have a fond memory.
