Lu Qingqing answered Jessica's call, and fluent and authentic French flowed from her red lips.
Jessica exclaimed with surprise, "Lu, your French has improved a lot!"
If it hadn't been for hearing Lu Qingqing's stammering French before, she would never have believed the person speaking on the phone was the same person. Although Qingqing's French couldn't be compared with a native French speaker's, it was no longer a barrier to their communication.
With a proud raise of her eyebrows, Lu Qingqing boasted, "I've been studying very hard!"
She had indeed put in a lot of effort into learning.
Her grandparents were right, hard work pays off—what you learn is yours to keep, and no one can take that away from you.
Qingqing, who had been living a leisurely life as a homebody since graduation, once again found the joy in learning.
The more she learned, the more she felt her own shallowness.
Now, she was like a dry sponge, eagerly soaking up moisture.
