Mo Xingyuan stared fixedly at her retreating figure, his smile vanishing instantly.
His weather-beaten face was a mix of anger and profound sadness.
After a long time, he finally put down the phone.
He got up to leave, looking exceptionally desolate.
The wind blew through the campus, scattering a sky full of falling leaves, blanketing the ground in golden yellow.
"Ah, finally done with exams. After studying so long, I can finally relax." Zhu Huahua stretched lazily, leaves landing on her shoulders, which she brushed off, then looked oddly at the woman who had seemed out of sorts lately, "Xiao Ge, what's wrong with you? You've been a bit off lately. How did your exams go? You didn't do poorly, did you?"
"That's impossible; with your top-student nature, even if you wrote with your eyes closed, you couldn't go wrong, and you couldn't possibly do worse than any of us. So what are you worried about?"
"Xiao Ge, I'm talking to you."
