A thought leads to the making of a devil, a thought leads to the making of a saint.
Emotions are not constant, and a sudden impulse can change a life forever.
Even Yue Qingqing had not expected Lu Zhu to change her mind suddenly and walk out of the school gate.
"Uncle Li." Lu Zhu greeted the sweet potato vendor, handing over three sweet potatoes, "I've troubled you again today."
She handed over a dime as well.
Uncle Li glanced at the peeling edges of the rubber shoes on Lu Zhu's feet, "I won't take your money, I cooked them for you on the side."
However, Lu Zhu insisted, "If you do that, I won't dare to come to you anymore."
After a bit of back and forth, the uncle reluctantly accepted the money.
The delicious smell of roasted sweet potatoes attracted many people.
As autumn approached, although the weather at noon was still stifling, the evening breeze had started to cool down.
Many students liked to eat something warm before attending evening study sessions.
