Gradually, Lingfei's beautiful, long eyes began to glisten, and she gently sniffed.
The next second.
She turned around, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and rushed out the door to search for that faithless man.
In the heavy rain, Lingfei hurried to the Four Seasons Hall,
where a class was currently in session.
Her lips tightly pursed, eyebrows inverted in frustration, she scanned the people inside the hall one by one, searching for the faithless man. From the first row to the last, there was no sign of him.
Lingfei scanned the room several more times, still no Zhao Rong, and her brows furrowed.
She patiently waited until class was dismissed and quickly approached an Academy scholar.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to disturb you, but do you know where Zhao Ziyu has gone?"
The Academy scholar paused, taking in the sight of the attractive woman under the umbrella, with a mole beneath her left eye, and was slightly taken aback.
Lingfei urgently asked again.
