Amelia Clarke had no choice but to agree.
Viola Harris returned to her bed, content.
Soon, the lights in the dormitory were turned off.
Out of habit, Amelia picked up her phone to check the time and found an unread message lying quietly on her screen.
It was from Owen Moreland.
Amelia's heart quivered.
Her heartbeat shamefully started to 'thump thump' accelerate.
Hesitating for a moment, she opened it.
——Sleep early, good night.
The five words leapt vividly before her eyes.
Amelia Clarke was attractive, with no shortage of admirers, and such messages were not new to her, but no one's text had ever made her heart brim with strands of joy like Owen Moreland's, brazenly wanting to take over her entire heart.
The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.
He was showing concern for her, she could feel it.
But then she remembered Owen already had a girlfriend, and those feelings of joy burst like bubbles, 'pop' and disappeared without a trace.
