It also propelled An Hao's own progress!
It was after nine in the evening by the time An Hao finished talking with Yan Ye; during this period, she no longer had to drink herbal medicine, so she didn't have to shuttle back and forth between school and home every day.
She simply stayed in the dormitory.
All the other people in the dormitory had already left, and An Hao went back alone, holding her books.
She had just reached the shady road leading to the faculty when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.
An Hao turned around and saw it was Cheng Yue.
"Why is it you? Do you need something from me?" Remembering what Cheng Yu had done to her, An Hao felt somewhat unhappy.
Thus, her attitude towards Cheng Yue became a lot colder.
"There is something," Cheng Yue scratched his head, seemingly embarrassed to speak.
For the past month or so, every time he thought of saying a couple of words to An Hao, he swallowed them back.
