Is he looking for me?
This thought kept echoing in Zhou Yuting's mind. The long duration of the fourth year of high school was oppressive and painful.
It makes one keep recalling the smooth memories of the past.
The sunlight fell on the shoulders, slightly warm.
On the other side of the flower bed, students strolling in pairs. Or those hurrying by, buying snacks.
Behind Zhou Yuting, the sunlight was blocked by the review building, creating a distinct dividing line of light and shadow.
In the large area of shade.
Jiang Nian was blending into the crowd with one hand in his pocket, preparing to catch up with Lan Lan. At the same time, he thought to himself.
Did Tingzi score over six hundred?
Behind him.
Zhou Yuting stood by the edge of the flower bed where people came and went, her vision slightly blurry, then shook her head vigorously.
Then, she turned and walked back.
