This time in the morning, the class monitor is hardly awake.
Jiang Nian just sent it casually.
Over the five or six days, the two occasionally chatted. Like "What did you eat today," "What time did you go to bed last night."
But their routines are different; he often replies after he finishes his exercises in the middle of the night.
Li Qingrong usually sees it in the morning and replies, only to receive Jiang Nian's response by noon.
It's not a lack of care, just really there's not much to talk about.
However, no matter what, they kept in touch after the New Year, sharing bits of their lives.
After a while.
Nine o'clock.
People started trickling into the study room.
He looked up, didn't recognize anyone. So, he continued working on his problems until someone familiar sat in front.
"Cai Xiang?"
"Hmm." Cai Xiaoqing put down the bag, turned and glanced at him, casually asking, "When did you come?"
"Around seven o'clock, I guess."
Cai Xiaoqing: "???"
