"Who else could it be if not me?" Yi Lin said with a slight smile, stepping forward.
Ling Yiyi.
Yi Lin silently recited the girl's name in her heart.
"Sit."
The girl smiled lightly, shifted to the side, and patted the bench beside her, gesturing for Yi Lin to sit down.
Yi Lin did not refuse and sat down next to the girl.
But the two kept their shoulders about twenty centimeters apart.
Once seated, Yi Lin simply gazed ahead quietly, without speaking.
"Why… did you lie to the dean again saying we don't get along?"
Ling Yiyi's tone carried a hint of complaint.
"Heh."
Yi Lin laughed, offering no elaborate explanation.
"You this guy…" Seeing Yi Lin didn't explain, Ling Yiyi didn't press further.
Yi Lin closed her eyes.
Savoring the rare tranquility of the moment.
Tranquility like water.
It seemed like beside her, all troubles, all pain, all memories, would be diluted by the tranquility surrounding her, and everything would become insignificant.
As long as she was there.
