Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue met again in the lobby on the ground floor. She stood among small groups of guests, waiting for the elevator to come down.
It was a peaceful morning, as always. At a glance, it seemed like nothing in the world had changed, except for a bit more white fog outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Even though he had located her presence early on using his spirit communication ability, when Xu Xiangyang saw her truly standing before him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and relax completely.
Just like Sister Lian had said, no matter when, the class president was always the most reliable.
"Oh my, why are you sweating so much?"
Zhu Qingyue noticed the boy approaching, panting, and she raised an arm, smiling as she used the sleeve hanging down to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Xu Xiangyang grabbed her arm, holding her soft hand firmly in his.
"Where have you been?"
"Just went home for a bit."
