In early January, Jinling was very cold.
But that could hardly conceal the students' excitement.
The last final exam was *Principles of Management*.
Jiang Sifan wrote the last word, put down his pen, and scanned the exam paper from top to bottom.
He'd written everything he could. Whether it was right or not was another matter.
He looked up at the clock at the front of the classroom. There were still fifteen minutes left.
The classroom was quiet, with only the rustle of papers and a few occasional coughs.
He leaned back in his chair and stared blankly out the window, his mind not on the exam, but on tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he was going back to Yangcheng.
Wen Wan was going too.
He turned his head and, from two rows away, saw Wen Wan sitting by the window. She was writing with her head down, loose strands of hair falling across her forehead and hiding half her face.
