The note was originally folded, but it unfolded when it fell to the ground.
An Hao had originally not wanted to see the content of the note, but the line written in fountain pen made it difficult for her to ignore: "Like a moth to the flame, the end is already determined."
What did this mean?
An Hao quickly thought about the sentence in her head and felt that something was not quite right.
No matter whether or not the note was Cheng Yu's personal private matter, pondering over the contents of the note here just didn't seem quite appropriate.
Therefore, An Hao handed the note to Cheng Yu, "Teacher Cheng, this note fell out of your pocket."
Cheng Yu turned her head, took the note without looking, and threw it away: "It's useless. It's all just random scribblings."
"Teacher Cheng's handwriting is really firm and forceful. It's surprising that there's such vigor and bone in Teacher Cheng's writing." An Hao said with a smile.