"Shall we continue?" Song Yan smiled and watched her.
Zhang Yue snapped back to reality, pulled down her hat even further to conceal her face, and said, "Can I not go?"
"No." This time, Song Yan's attitude was particularly firm. He grabbed Zhang Yue's wrist and dragged her towards Lin City No.1 High School.
When they arrived, the school had just finished classes, and students were streaming out of the school gate.
It was evident that, after a whole day of intense studying, everyone was looking forward to the moment of dismissal. Each face radiated a happy and brilliant smile.
Standing under a willow tree not far from the entrance, Zhang Yue felt a stark contrast between her and the students. In just one day, it seemed like she could no longer go back to their side.
While she was lost in her thoughts, a familiar voice sounded at the school gate.
