"Nothing, just feeling a little unwell under the heat," said Fang Zhu, straightening her back and lifting her chin up. Her never-changing outfit was always an unpleasant sight on the campus.
A fierce style of teaching, blessed with knowledge, and a nun that no one dared to marry.
"Wake up," Lu Yi patted Yan Huan's face. "We're here."
Yan Huan opened her eyes. Groggy from sleep, she imagined herself to be at home, sleeping on the large, soft bed.
"Already?" she said, sitting up. The car pulled up in the underground garage of the residential area.
"Yeah," said Lu Yi, unbuckling her seatbelt. He opened the car door and exited. Yan Huan yawned, feeling sleepy. She thought she would sleep a little longer later.
Lu Yi grasped her hand, dipped his head. Her eyes were half-open, the white skin on her face nearly translucent. She looked groggy from sleep, her eyelashes fluttering as though they were about to take off, or shut again.
