Le Tian sighed in despair. She pulled a stool out and sat in front of her. "Professor Zhou thought you were dead! He called me to ask if I had seen you lately, and I thought you were off traveling!"
Wen Shan covered herself with a quilt like a burrito. It was still too early for autumn, and everything was depressingly bleak, just like her love life.
"Go find him if you can't move on!" Le Tian growled in frustration.
Wen Shan sobbed and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll move on soon. I have shame too, you know. He's been so obvious about it, so I can't keep throwing myself at him."
Wen Shan said it so softly, it was as if she was mumbling to herself.
"Then what are you looking at? Are you searching for him in the broadcast? Let me just show you, look at this!" Le Tian exclaimed and thrust her phone into Wen Shan's face. On it was a news portal, and there was Nalan Chunbo, donning a suit. He looked exactly like the first time she had seen him on TV.
