Located at the end of the hallway, Class 12's Lu Mingxuan was once again staring at his phone with an expression that could only be described as… confused and mildly betrayed.
It had been nearly two weeks since Lu Qingyan last messaged him. No weather updates. No unsolicited fashion advice. Not even the occasional "Don't stay up too late, big brother."
His WeChat and QQ notifications had plummeted from their usual 99+ to a desolate zero, leaving his inbox as dry as the school cafeteria's steamed buns.
He scrolled back through their message history in a daze. It read like the diary of an overly-concerned mom disguised as a teenage girl.
She used to remind him when the weather dipped below 10°C. Told him to bring an umbrella when it drizzled. Even warned him when the school cafeteria changed their supplier for soy milk.
Now? Nothing.
Not even a passive-aggressive sticker.
Lu Mingxuan didn't realize silence could be this loud.
