"Xiaozhi, look, that's our classroom. I remember you used to sit by the window, and every time I entered the classroom to the ring of the bell, you were the first one I saw," he said with a smile as he pointed to a classroom on the first floor.
Chen Zhi followed his gaze. The seat she used to occupy was now taken by a chubby little girl.
The view from that seat was excellent, allowing everything outside to be seen at a glance.
Every time the bell rang, she would immediately look out the window and see An Yichen walking slowly along the road, in stark contrast to the other hustling students.
When she watched him, he would watch her too.
Their gazes stuck together as if glued, unshifting. When An Yichen stepped into the classroom, she would pretend to lower her head and read her book as if nothing had happened.
No one knew that those few seconds when the bell rang were the happiest times between them.
