Zheng Qing stood in the quiet corridor, licking his dry lips.
Most students of Astronomy Class 08-1 had already followed Professor Yao into the new classroom. He and some classmates were initially lagging behind to discuss a post-class student union interview, but they unexpectedly ditched him halfway.
Of course, he could easily catch up with those distant figures.
But that wasn't his intention.
Zheng Qing's fingers unconsciously touched the grey cloth bag in his arms. In the bag was a reserved Bohemian dress for its owner.
Is now an appropriate time?
The young cost student swiftly thought this idea over and then immediately dismissed it.
No one gives a gift just for the sake of giving, and he didn't wait for so long just to deliver a dress.
It was already class time.
