Guo Ting wore a floral skirt today, her hair arranged into a neat bun, opting for a sweet and natural look. Her good looks and the pride from serving as a student representative for so long gave her a certain air of arrogance and distinction.
Unfortunately, all that distinction and pride seemed to fade in Han Luoli's presence, looking decidedly pale in comparison.
Upon hearing Guo Ting's words, Han Luoli merely hummed in response, not offering anything more as he continued on his long-legged stride toward the ward.
Guo Ting pursed her lips in slight embarrassment, the little pride in her heart causing her to hesitate about whether to follow the man's footsteps or not.
"Not coming?" Han Luoli paused midstride and turned to ask, though his tone was indifferent, the kind reserved for strangers without any particular fondness or disfavor.
