She reveled in the honor that deception had brought her, while at the same time, she endured the interrogation and torment of her conscience.
Standing at the crossroads of life, Lei Linxuan hesitated...
Early winter, the first snow had arrived.
A whole week had passed since the publication of the paper; An Hao hadn't gone to her internship, she had stayed at the school watching how the situation unfolded.
"An Hao! How can you be so patient?" Gu Shuangshuang found her in a corner of the library.
An Hao, with her cheeks in her palms, gazed out the window at the slowly drifting snowflakes in a daze.
"What's up? Do you have something to say to me?" An Hao turned around to look at Gu Shuangshuang.
