He Teng didn't have many possessions, just a few sets of clothes that he easily carried in one hand. He had initially planned to leave Zhilan in the dorm, but when he saw her silently following him out, he didn't say anything.
Down each floor of the five-story staircase, neither He Teng nor Zhilan uttered a single word. He Teng was always two steps ahead, while Zhilan maintained her pace right behind him, until they reached the bottom of the dormitory.
The summer in the capital was truly hot, so much so that Zhilan could barely open her eyes as soon as she stepped out. When He Teng looked back, he saw Zhilan pouting, her hand raised to shield herself from the sun, and looking somewhat downcast.
He Teng had long gotten used to the weather here, but it was different for Zhilan. Having grown up in a small town, even the hottest summers there could not compare to this.
