Even Saturdays and Sundays were required for full-day classes, only leaving Saturday nights off for self-study, so students could go home and take a bath.
Suddenly, Tianxin felt as if she were being suffocated by this invisible pressure.
What's worse, she didn't even have time to see Chen Yiran.
It felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly snatched Chen Yiran from her world. She couldn't see him, touch him, or hear his voice.
The only connection between them seemed to be the text messages on their phones.
At first, Chen Yiran would chat with her, discussing things that didn't matter. But then, Chen Yiran would push her to study after replying to her messages a couple of times, and then stop replying.
Slowly, their text messages became less and less frequent.
The panic in Tianxin's heart grew. She always feared that if things went on like this, would there be a day when she and Chen Yiran lost all contact?
