He spoke and sat in the car, driving away in his sports car. The fallen leaves on the ground were lifted by the wind, floating in mid-air, conveying a sense of loneliness.
"Do I even have his number?" She wondered, casually flipping through her phone, only to be surprised. In her contact list, the first two names were 1-Xiao Mohan and 2-Han Changqing.
Dragging her aching foot, she took small steps forward.
Underneath the sign of "S city Art College", many young men and women dressed in bright, attractive clothes came and went. There were even more people coming and going in luxurious cars. And as always, Gu Chuyan preferred to keep a low profile.
"Gu Chuyan, why are you just arriving now? Today is Professor Li's class; if you're late, you're in for it." Suddenly, a woman, striding over swiftly, took her by the arm and led her inside.
"Yao Rong, slow down! My foot hurts." Gu Chuyan said.
