He sat on her chair, flipping through the only university application guide she had left behind. Viewed from her perspective, only his profile was visible. His hair was shorter than the last time they met, probably freshly cut, neat, and tidy. The lines of his profile were firm and indifferent, his fingers long and powerful as he sat there, like a God descending, intimidating yet awe-inspiring.
Wanqing stood still, stunned beyond breath. Why would he come? Why would he come?!
Mu Tianying glanced at them raising an eyebrow at the boxes in their hands, "Where are you off to?"
Tianxue replied, "To sell books."
"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows, not understanding.
Tianxue excitedly said, "We made almost two hundred bucks altogether!"
"You two only made two hundred bucks?" Mu Tianying retorted sharply, "Who dare buy, I'll chop him!"
"It's books..." Tianxue spoke softly.
"Never thought you could make a living?"
Tianxue chuckled, "Of course, I can't..."
