Zheng Qing ultimately did not instigate a grand identity revolution in the world of elves.
He was also unable to coax the gypsy witch out of the international student dorm.
Therefore, after patrolling on Saturday night, he did not return to his dorm to rest but went straight to the Book Mountain Library, sitting at the desk where he tutored Elena, praying that he could catch a glimpse of her enchanting figure here.
Perhaps because he fell asleep during the prayer or maybe because his prayer was not entirely pious, God in his anger abandoned this sham believer.
From morning to afternoon, Zheng Qing slept with blurry eyes and a numb half-body, not even eating properly. The library was bustling with people, but the figure of the witch never appeared.
Time ticked away, second by second.
The hour and minute hands of the clock had overlapped and crisscrossed more than a dozen times.
Suddenly, it seemed, night had fallen.
