When she and Hua Zhao returned to their classroom, the two of them easily parted ways without a word.
His two friends Bo Ling and Ning Bi were waiting for him by the door. The latter had thrown her a withering glare but said nothing else. Chan Lee entered the room and sped to her seat, smiling sheepishly at Mei and the others.
It may have been a little bit of luck, but their teacher arrived much later than usual. They complained of a flat tire and the traffic. Trivial, inconsequential things that she simply let pass by her.
The hours flew past for Chan Lee. Or perhaps she managed to survive them yet again.
And that was enough.
More than enough.
Her gaze flittered outside, the night had once again arrived and their professor was wrapping up the lesson. Once again another familiar feeling swept over her, some deja vu. It had been nearly a week since he had arrived and turned her world upside down.
Her gaze fell on her open notebook beside it. Some notes, but mostly scribbles.
