Shen Weilan walked out of the school, her head lowered, feeling a burning pain on her face and suffering an unbearable headache.
Unconsciously, she made her way to the back entrance of the school.
From inside his car, Lu Hechen caught sight of Weilan from afar, a hint of a smile curling at the edge of his lips.
He knew that Shen Weilan would come.
He waited, waiting for Weilan to approach the car.
However, as Weilan walked step by step, she did not look at him or even glance at his car; she just kept her head down, her slender figure walking aimlessly, her hair somewhat disheveled.
Lu Hechen's sharp gaze narrowed, somewhat astonished. She looked very much unlike herself. Was she still angry?
Dubious, Lu Hechen saw Shen Weilan pass by his car without giving him a glance.
He was taken aback and quickly honked the horn.
The sound was loud, but it did not reach Shen Weilan's ears.
She seemed immersed in her own world, unresponsive.
Lu Hechen had a bad feeling.
