C91 Chapter 91

Taoran led Wan Qiqi down the covered walkway, cutting straight through the schoolhouse.

A clear, pleasant chorus of reading drifted out through the half-open windows, filling the courtyard with steady, synchronized voices.

Lately, Wan Qiqi had gotten used to listening to village women ramble on and on. Hearing students read aloud now made her feel unexpectedly energized—almost a little envious