One month passed by.
Ming Xiaoyu was sitting in the library, in the last row, secluded from the rest of the students. At this time, there were only a few students inside the library and just like always, it was complete silence inside the room. The sounds of chairs moving, the flipping of pages, the tickling of the clock, and the shuffling of the books were enhanced in the silence. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window.
Xia Ming flipped the pages of her book and sighed slowly. Su Yanruo and Xia Ming were not here to accompany her. She was alone in the library. They had already gone back to their room, as they were tired for the day because of the several classes and lectures.
