As evening approached, the sun was slowly sinking behind the tall walls of the academy. Now, if you looked up, you could only see a small part of its golden red figure. The sunrays passed through the dense canopies behind the wall, projecting mottled tree shadows.
A slight breeze passed by, and the tree shadows danced gracefully with the trembling leaves, seeming like a group of drunken ghosts.
Zheng Qing was not drunk, but he too stood with flushed cheeks in this intoxicating sunset light.
The high praise of Nicholas had caught him a bit off guard.
The curious gazes of other newcomers made him even more uneasy.
Feeling embarrassed, Zheng Qing turned his face away and refocused his eyes on the shadow wall nearby.
He didn't like being stared at by others.
So, he kind of regretted raising his hand.
