Ruan Xue was overcome with grief and resignedly paid a silent tribute to the naïve and tender Duan Tang by lighting three sticks of incense in her heart...
After leaving the dorm, An Yiqing slowly walked down the tree-lined paths of Xuan University, holding a box that was not too big. It was now mid-December, and the entire campus was dressed in silvery white snow, sparkling everywhere. The cold wind at minus eighteen or nineteen degrees chilled the heart, and the students who were on campus were all wrapped up in coats, hurrying away, not wanting to stay outside for even a second.
In the empty campus, An Yiqing, clad in a white wool coat, complemented with a light grey scarf and wearing a pair of black boots, looked warm and pure against the bleak winter wind, her stunning face enhancing the fashion statement.
An Yiqing had just left the tree-lined path when a faint groan suddenly arose nearby.
"Ouch... oh... it hurts so much..."
