Looking at Nia Mitchell's petite figure, Maxwell Peary felt extraordinarily delighted.
"Okay."
Uncharacteristically, a flirtatious warmth touched his features. He shot her an intense look, the corner of his lip twitching into a smirk, before driving off.
Nia Mitchell watched the car until the Rolls-Royce disappeared from sight, then she turned and headed towards University A.
The campus is the purest, most pristine place. Here, one can slow down and appreciate the natural changes of the four seasons. She had been to the university just a few days ago for her graduation thesis, yet returning today felt as if ages had passed. It was as if a long, long time had passed, and everything here was but a distant memory. Even the sound of raindrops pattering on the dappled ground was melodious.
