In the afternoon, he looked into the classroom through the window.
The girl in the school uniform was lying on the desk. The wide school uniform couldn't hide her thin body. Under the light, her whole body seemed to be dyed with a layer of golden light.
The classroom was filled with noise, but she seemed to be isolated from the noise and was out of place.
"Anyue, class is about to start. Don't sleep." Her deskmate was a girl, and she gently hit her arm.
The girl got up. She had a small and delicate face, and her skin was very white, but it seemed a little too pale. She looked to be about 16 or 17 years old, and she looked tired.
"An Yue, are you sick?" Zhou Xiaomin, who was sitting at the same table, asked with some worry.
Cheng Anyue shook her head."I'm fine. I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm a little sleepy."