Shen Chengjing returned to Moh Park. She paced back and forth in the hall barefoot, running back to her room and closing the door behind her.
Moh Yanchen approached her room. There was a post-it note on its door.
'Moh Yanchen, don't bully me again!'
A hint of a smile unconsciously appeared between his brows. He pushed the door open and walked in. The room was dark. The moonlight from outside the window shone in, casting its glow on the bed. It felt surreal.
He walked steadily towards the side of the bed.
Standing by the bed, he quietly sized up the sleeping person. His dark eyes dimmed slightly. His fingertips brushed past her face, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a strange arc.
"Shen Chengjing." He could not help but call out her name.
