Fu Shang spent the whole day in the library. It was not until eight in the evening that she packed her things and left.
After leaving the library, it was the only way back to the female dormitory.
It was a crooked path with a Pale Moon hanging in the sky. The moonlight was like water, and the long bench beside the path had faded and was painted with mahogany.
Because it was very late, there were not many people on the road, and it was eerily quiet.
Fu Shang couldn't help but to speed up.
She heard a series of messy footsteps behind her.
Fu Shang's heart tightened.
She turned her head and subconsciously wanted to kick him. However, she was caught off guard and was hugged tightly by the person.
Fu Shang blinked his eyes.
Jiang yuzhi?
The man's chest was broad and warm, with a familiar sense of peace. The tip of her nose was surrounded by a familiar cold and light fragrance, which was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol and a faint smell of smoke.
