Two hundred and seventy-four, Identity

Luo Qianyu noticed the flash of surprise in Yang Muxue's eyes and his lips curled into a pleased smile, "Yang Muxue, long time no see!"

"Teacher Luo!" Yang Muxue snapped back to reality, her heart fluttering as she looked at Luo Qianyu, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening.

She forced herself to calm down, bowing her head again to focus on the book in her hands. But she realized she was completely unable to concentrate, the joy of seeing him was something she couldn't suppress.

Listening to Yang Muxue's rapid heartbeat, Luo Qianyu smiled happily. It seemed this girl also had feelings for him, otherwise, she wouldn't act this way. But why was she trying to suppress her feelings for him? Could she have some unspeakable secret?

The breeze from outside the car blew through the window, lifting the hair on Yang Muxue's forehead and dispersing a delicate fragrance that wafted around Luo Qianyu's nose, his lips curved slightly as he murmured, "So fragrant!"