Night, cold night.
Yu Wen's heart felt fiery, like magma surging, burning Huang Zhongfei.
Most of the first and second-year students had returned to their little nests, avoiding the winter chill.
Third-year students were having their last evening self-study session.
The long main path of Four Middle School campus seemed slightly deserted, Yu Wen walking beside Huang Zhongfei did not quite match, as if they were not from the same picture.
Behind them, the brightly lit teaching building stood impressively, in the 8th class classroom, Chen Qian alone guarded knowledge through the long night, he worshipped with learning.
Everyone has their own aspirations.
So, for Yu Wen, what is love?
Love is a beam of light, even if there is no light.
Yu Wen clasped her hands behind her back, imitating the heroine in cheesy idol dramas, she took light steps, tiptoeing, tiptoeing again, attempting to walk with innocence and charm.
