He looked at the glass of the hotel's high-rise building, but he could not see the toasting in the banquet hall clearly, nor could he feel the jubilation there. More than ten minutes ago, Lu An had looked out of the window in frustration. In the end, he had seen this extremely pitiful figure. His heart had stopped, and he had got up without hesitation to go downstairs. He had run over directly as if he had just entered university. He had been attending classes in the far north. His gaze had unintentionally glanced out of the window, and he had seen that familiar voice. Everyone was listening to the professor's lecture with full attention, but he had run out without any scruples. He had pushed open the classroom door and had run out of the teaching building without caring about everyone's strange gazes.