"Are you in a rush to go see your brother at the hospital? If not, can you walk with me? There are some things I feel I must clarify with you."
After hesitating for a few seconds, He Zhilan nodded. She suspected that the topic would revolve around her marriage. After all, last time she hastily told Zhou Hongjin and ran off to answer a phone call. This abrupt news probably startled Zhou Hongjin.
At this moment, the campus was bustling with people. Zhou Hongjin was quite popular in the school, and due to Liao Qinghong's suicide from jumping off a building, almost everyone in Capital University knew of this warm-hearted senior, Zhou Hongjin.
The autumn wind in Capital city was dryer than that in the south. Phoenix Tree Avenue was littered with yellow leaves. This was the only place in the school that didn't need cleaning every day, even when leaves blanketed the ground, concealing the concrete beneath.
