After reading the Dormitory Diary, Yu Xia fell into deep thought once more.
She was reflecting.
Xie Qingci wasn't even twenty yet, indeed still growing.
Thinking back to when they had met, he had just turned eighteen, a fresh-faced young lad, at a critical growth stage.
And she had acted on him just like that.
She did feel a bit like a beast.
She looked up at herself in the mirror, her expression regretful, yet her hand couldn't help but give herself a thumbs up.
Feeling relieved after all was done, she peacefully fell asleep.
The items in that gift box were put away again, returned to the bookshelf. Though she didn't want to admit it, she sometimes did, slightly, have a bit too much drama.
