Typing on the keyboard, her eyes kept drifting to the cell phone beside her.
Thinking about that man had seemingly become a habit.
Habits, such dreadful things!
Moreover, how could she, a psychology student, not know? After losing her body, she felt as if she had lost a piece of her heart as well.
Thud—thud—thud!
The slow yet brief knocking at the door interrupted her thoughts.
Zhan Se turned her head to look over; standing at the office door was Du Xiaoren, whom she hadn't seen in a good while. Seeing Zhan Se look over, Du Xiaoren squeezed out a big smile. It felt as if there had never been any estrangement between them.
"Se Se, are you busy?"
Zhan Se's mood today was very good, devoid of the energy to hold onto any grudges against Du Xiaoren. She pursed her lips and lifted the corners of her mouth into a blissful smile of a happily married little woman and cheerfully looked at her, asking, "Little Ren, do you need something from me?"
Her question was so pointless!
