Bei Sangyun glanced disappointingly at the newly painted chair she had worked hard to paint. It was now placed at the back of the room,
Fei Chuan took another empty seat and replaced his own. As he sat down, he glanced at her and sighed.
Bei Sangyun: "...."
What was the sigh for?
Did he not like the paint? Was it because of the color?
Bei Sangyun did not think too much about it. Right now, seeing him again made all the feelings she had yesterday night resurfaced.
She wanted to tease him and express how much she had missed him, but then she remembered that she should not force her feelings on him. She stopped, simply greeting him with a good morning and remaining silent.
The morning passed peacefully for Class 3-1A. Fei Chuan's morning was strangely peaceful too; his seatmate didn't bother him at all.
