With mixed feelings, Lu Nanchen's brain seemed to buzz. There was also a notebook with a cartoon cover nearby, resembling a diary, but Lu Nanchen didn't flip through it.
He didn't want to.
He didn't want to see any more.
Perhaps the only comfort was the date, July 16, when they were still nothing to each other.
The room was sweet in color, but Lu Nanchen was in utter bitterness. He didn't know how long he had kept that standing posture. His face and lips were tense. His usually cold face was now extraordinarily solemn. His brows were furrowed, and his fingers crinkled the paper over and over again.
His head was lowered, and some shaggy hair blocked his deep eyes.
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By the time Yu Ting returned to her room several minutes later, there was no emergency at all. It was obviously an attempt to get Yu Ziwen to do some work.
Seeing Yu Ziwen's mischievous grin as he prepared to hand her a broom, Yu Ting turned around and left.
