Ye Xiaoyu went to class that day; she was painting in her studio when her classmates Luo Qianqian and Ma Xiang suddenly showed up and entered her studio. "Ye Xiaoyu!"
Ye Xiaoyu was painting when the two of them rushed in. The large studio felt quite small all of a sudden.
Ye Xiaoyu quickly stood up, "What brings you here?"
She wasn't very familiar with them; to be exact, Ye Xiaoyu wasn't familiar with any of her classmates.
Because there were so few people in the class, it was easy to remember each other.
Luo Qianqian said, "Today is a class gathering, and we're going to have fun. Why don't you come with us?"
"Huh?" Ye Xiaoyu looked at the time; it was already half-past four. Anjue wouldn't allow her to come home late, so she directly refused, "I might not be able to today; I have to go home early."
"No way?" Ma Xiang exclaimed, "Ye Xiaoyu, what era are we in? Don't tell me you still have a curfew or something?"
She... did have a curfew.
