The town was more than a fifteen minute drive away from the village. It wasn't far, but it wasn't exactly close, either.
Shen Manting paid her fare, and upon getting on the bus, someone immediately gave up a seat for her. She said her thanks and settled in the seat happily for the rest of the journey. The scenery that passed her was lovely. The morning air in the countryside never failed to be refreshing and invigorating.
When the bus reached the town, Shen Manting alighted and carried her pile of test papers with her to the summer school. Unexpectedly, before she could enter, she spotted a familiar figure by the entrance. A tall man was leaning against the stone pillar at the entrance of the school with a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke lingered, and under the bright rays of the sun, the man's face couldn't be seen clearly.
