Song Jiawen had been fretting over the gathering tomorrow afternoon, so many people, all strangers to her, she truly didn't want to go, but after she spoke to Jiang Yan just now, she was no longer bothered.
Especially seeing him frown after hearing her, she felt even more joyous, and her steps up the stairs were light.
Tonight, nearly all the freshman classes were holding class meetings, which likely had not ended yet, so the entire dormitory building was deathly quiet, with hardly anyone around.
The sneakers she wore were bought by her mother, very flexible, and made almost no sound when she walked.
When she reached the third floor, she could faintly hear someone sobbing, along with some indistinct speech.
Song Jiawen paused for a moment, then continued towards Room 303 without a change in expression.
At the end of the third-floor corridor, by the window, someone was holding a phone and looking down while making a call, to be more precise, crying while calling.
