Principal Wu was overjoyed.
Ever since her husband had passed away, she had not felt such happiness.
Her illness had arisen because of the school, and now it had ended because of the school.
Had it not been for Lin Nianhe insisting that she rest, she would even want to go to the commune right now.
Lin Nianhe chatted with her for a while and only left after proposing a request to donate anonymously.
Walking out of Principal Wu's house, Lin Nianhe felt the cloud that had been pressing on her heart for several days disperse.
She turned her head back and saw Principal Wu still standing at the doorway watching her.
Looking at her frail figure, Lin Nianhe suddenly thought of a line of poetry.
"And I wish I could build palaces to shelter all the poor in cold."
She felt a warmth in her eyes.
Having experienced the apocalypse, she had become thoroughly disillusioned with human nature.
