One Last Favor

"Thank you, Teacher!" Yao Ran scrambled back to her feet in earnest, thinking that her master was finally relenting.

It should be fine for her to push her luck, right?

But Teacher Zhang's next words fell like heavy bricks on her shoulders.

"You shouldn't address me like that anymore. I've made arrangements, and I will soon be based in Beijing for good. If nothing unexpected happens, we shall never cross paths again. Do take care of yourself."

He had been cooped up in the Music Association here in City A for decades. It was high time to broaden his horizons, just as he had always wanted. And what better place to do it than the capital city?

Now that things had turned out like this, he just needed to draw a clear line for Yao Ran, and nothing would be holding him back.