In this classroom, a language lesson was underway. Dozens of young faces blinked their star-like radiant eyes, held their little hands behind their backs, lifted their heads to look at the teacher on the podium, chanting in a clear voice, an enchanting Tang poem.
Qi Xiaoxia stood at the classroom door, gazing at the slender, warm-smiling figure on the podium, with tears finally cascading uncontrollably down her cheeks.
After five years, she had finally seen her beloved younger sister once again.
However, they were now separated by life and death.
For two hours, Qi Xiaoxia meticulously observed her sister, Qi Xiaojuan.
She watched her giving the lecture, her catchy Mandarin resonating in the spacious and bright classroom. Orderly and neat chalk writings on the blackboard, with chalk dust noticeably dancing under the sunlight.