Xia Lihua returned to her dormitory and hesitated at the door upon hearing Xia Mengrui talking to someone inside.
'Is it Yang Lingyun again?'
With an air of calculated detachment, Xia Lihua swung the door open, revealing her dormmate, Xia Mengrui, caught in a moment of surprise.
Guilt was etched across Xia Mengrui's features as she hastened to terminate the ongoing call, her fingers dancing across the screen as she composed a swift text to her mother. 'Mom, I will text you later...'
Xia Mengrui's gaze flickered nervously to Xia Lihua who had a cold and distant expression, making a wave of unease sweep over her like a bitter gust of wind. In that tense moment, her heart seemed to skip a beat, and a surge of guilt twisted her stomach into knots.
Her palms grew clammy, and she could feel her pulse quicken as her imagination ran wild with scenarios of how Xia Lihua might react.
