Do Not Approach

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Xiaohua finished sweeping the floor, then filled the water jar to the top. Xiaoxiao chatted with her grandmother for a bit, then checked the medication she was taking. She took a photo with her phone, thinking she'd get a prescription for more when she had time.

Zhang Qiao was working outside, and Xiaohua, ever so obedient, quietly watched without making a sound. She was very curious about high-tech things like this.

On the other end of the line, the imposing "Shura" figure was still present. She wore a black tulle skirt and lay on the sofa, her voice soft as she said: "I can't sleep."

Even though her voice was processed, it still carried a kind of hollow exhaustion.

Zhang Qiao was already quite familiar with her. "Then let me sing for you. What do you want to hear?"

The figure nodded, thought for a moment, then softly said: "Heart's Addiction."

From their previous chats, Zhang Qiao knew that she was also a fan of Sister Qin, and because of that, they had a lot in common. It was Zhang Qiao's singing that drew Xiaoxiao's attention. She knew the rules and didn't make a sound during Zhang Qiao's therapy session.

There were many forms of psychological therapy, and it wasn't always the traditional face-to-face verbal guidance. To reach someone's heart, one had to use the method that the other person was most willing to accept.

After a while, the person on the other end of the line had stopped moving and was lying still on the sofa. Zhang Qiao glanced at the time and ended the call.

"Who was that?" Xiaoxiao asked curiously.

Why so mysterious? The person wore a Shura mask, dressed so sexily, with a great figure-so tall too.

Zhang Qiao raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know." She pursed her lips, and a fleeting thought crossed her mind, but she didn't manage to grasp it.

Usually, after psychological therapy, there was a summary session, but Xiaoxiao didn't bother Zhang Qiao. Instead, she flipped through Xiaohua's homework book.

Xiaohua was really impressive. She had only just started learning characters, and typically, at this stage, kids' handwriting looked more like scribbling. But her writing already had the subtle grace of the young miss.

God only knew how many hundreds or thousands of times Xiaohua must have practiced to get this result.

"Do you really like Sister Qin that much?" Xiaoxiao asked with a smile.

Xiaohua nodded, still holding a stick and writing the characters that the young miss had taught her on the ground, turning the stick over and over. This method saved paper and pens and also gave her the feeling of holding a calligraphy brush, which Xiaohua really liked.

The young miss teaching style was very casual. She never stuck to textbooks and taught Xiaohua whatever she felt like teaching depending on her mood.

Xiaoxiao looked down and saw that Xiaohua had already written a lot on the ground-Love is hard to speak, silence remains.

Xiaohua's eyelashes fluttered gently. Her eyes were especially dark as she looked up at Xiaoxiao:
"Teacher Mu, are you feeling down recently?"

Since starting school, she had stopped calling Xiaoxiao "Auntie" and now respectfully called her "Teacher Mu"-it was a sincere expression of gratitude and respect from the heart.

Xiaoxiao was a bit surprised when she heard this. She looked at Xiaohua and asked:
"How did you know?"

Xiaohua, dressed in a light purple dress with her hair neatly braided, looked worlds apart from the scruffy child Xiaoxiao had first met. "I feel like Sister Qin isn't happy," she said.