After two lifetimes, An Jin finally had the dubious honor of experiencing the hardship and helplessness of being a teacher.
Every time she saw the crooked, messy characters on the submitted homework—oh wait, they couldn't even be called characters. They were practically glorified scribbles.
'Help me, I'm so angry I can barely breathe.'
Gu Yin was amused by her huffy reaction. He chuckled, lazily propping up his cheek with one hand as he lifted his gaze to her. "Why don't you find a few helpers?" His eyes fell on the half-stack of homework on her desk. "It's too much. You can't handle it all by yourself."
She had been so busy lately, sometimes not even having time for a single bite of food. Her face had clearly grown thinner and more haggard, and it pained him to see it.
"Sigh, I underestimated this. I never thought teaching people to read and write would be so hard... It's like teaching a newborn, showing them how to write stroke by stroke."
