A flock of imaginary cawing crows flew over Qiao Nan's head. She almost wanted to scold Deng Wenchang: Are you sick? What nonsense are you sprouting? Who is the one dreaming here?!
Qiao Nan was not sure what was wrong with Deng Wenchang. She did not wish to waste her breath by speaking to him. Hence, she focused on her own tasks. In the next few days, when Qiao Nan's eyes accidentally met with those of Deng Wenchang, the latter always gave such eccentric and odd vibes. It was increasingly serious with the passing of each day.
Sometimes, Qiao Nan could not help avoiding lifting her head and facing Deng Wenchang's direction. However, Deng Wenchang was acting like a lunatic. Qiao Nan could even sense his stare even if she did not look up.
