The campus felt particularly fresh in the early May morning.
Outside, the cuckoos kept calling endlessly.
Su Qing opened her eyes, still feeling a little moist around them.
But it was different from before.
This time, Su Qing cried, but she didn't make a fuss.
Last night, she just lay on the bed, let her tears dry up, and then fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
Since being reborn, all Su Qing thought about was Zhou Yuwen. After last night, Su Qing wondered, what would her life be like without Zhou Yuwen?
Basking in the morning sunlight, Su Qing washed up simply, changed into a clean white shirt, paired with black high-waisted denim shorts.
She tied a ponytail in front of the mirror.
With her shirt tucked into her jeans, Su Qing's waist looked particularly slender.
It was only now that Su Qing suddenly remembered that she seemed to be only nineteen this year.
