Xiu Qian stood still, gazing deeply at the receding figure, his emotions growing ever deeper.
The meal card he held in his palm was somewhat bent, the corners pressing into his flesh until it turned white.
"Xiu Qian?" Qiao Yaning came out of the dining area, greeting him as she passed by, and the other girls also enthusiastically approached.
"What's wrong?" Xiu Qian quickly put away his emotions and reverted to his original, aloof self, a young man tinged with cold indifference and a touch of gloom.
"Here's the thing, we don't have any classes scheduled for this afternoon, so we have half a day of free time. Our classmates were thinking of getting together to tour the hotel," Qiao Yaning said delicately.
Being his classmate, she naturally understood his detached nature; even with his cold demeanor, her tone remained gentle.
The girls beside her nodded in agreement, full of anticipation.
Xiu Qian's gaze narrowed, and after a moment he asked indifferently, "Is Lu Mian going?"
