For a long while, Ji Yun slowly regained control of his emotions.
It was evident that Teacher Nan Mengqian had restrained herself from calling the police to arrest him.
Ji Yun originally intended to start everything anew.
It didn't matter if she didn't remember, he could get to know her again, just like the times he would introduce himself anew every time he stepped into the classroom.
Compared to the mere 58 minutes before, his feelings now could accumulate.
However, seeing her as usual, trimming the branches of the jasmine flowers like nothing had changed, Ji Yun realized that emotions were not something that could be controlled through sheer practice.
When the moment came, no matter how strong the inner defenses, they would still breach.
"Sorry, I... I lost my composure, this plum tree seems to have worms, it needs to be treated for pests or it won't bloom in the winter," Ji Yun hurriedly changed the subject.