On the other side, Zuo Qian threw up before he even reached the toilet. His gentle face was red.
Zhang Zixin passed him a tissue to wipe his mouth.
Zuo Qian turned his head around and suddenly grabbed her hand. He turned his dazed gaze around. "Changqing…"
Zhang Zixin was taken aback. "Zuo Qian, I…"
"Two years." Zuo Qian interrupted her painfully. "I've liked you for two whole years. I suppressed myself every day because I was your teacher; I've never dared to say this before."
Zhang Zixin felt a sense of sorrow permeating through her heart. What could be more unbearable than him liking someone else when she still couldn't forget him?
She didn't know what was so good about Yan Changqing other than her looks.
Perhaps Zuo Qian was just like many men and liked young women.