She sat alone by the small lake behind the cafeteria. Spring had given way to summer. The willows were lush and green, the scenery picturesque. But she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.
It was still early. Wan Donglin was probably still sleeping at home. She didn't want to go back.
Her intuition told her Wan Donglin's return this time didn't bode well. He'd never been so drunk before. He'd never been as violent as he was last night.
What was there to say to a drunkard, anyway?
Unable to concentrate on her book, she aimlessly wandered around the campus.
She somehow managed to make it through the day. By afternoon, she collected her bag and prepared to go home.
She felt exceptionally low today, listless. Was it because Wan Donglin had kept her up all night, or because those dark, sorrowful memories from the past had resurfaced?
