Four in the morning, my runaway teacher.

The dampness from the rain had not yet fully dissipated. At three fifty in the morning, the station convenience store was so desolate it felt like another world. Lin Qingyi stood in front of the cash register clutching a few coins, her fingertips icy. She had just fled from a hysterical argument—her husband, Zhou Qiwen, had blamed her for all the failures of their marriage. After three hours on a slow train, she arrived at this unfamiliar transfer station and found that she could not even afford a bottle of green tea. And now, Shen Mo—her former student—stood before her in the store uniform, his eyes filled with a surprise he could not hide and something else she dared not dwell on. The composure Lin Qingyi had maintained all night was effortlessly shattered by those eyes.