The junior even asked her.
"I heard the professor leading the team chatting with you about SAIC, but why didn't you apply in the end?"
Whenever someone mentioned SAIC, it always plunged her into a brief contemplation. Leh Ying looked up at the starry sky and said gently, "I didn't have the money at that time."
The other person said, "I'm going to SAIC too. You'll go someday, right? Can we meet again?"
Her tone was still very soft, "I've never filled out the application form."
The other no longer mentioned it, flopped down onto the sandy ground, glanced at her flowing gossamer dress, "The little bell on your ankle sounds so nice, especially against the desert backdrop. Where did you buy it?"
Leh Ying thought for a moment, looked down, and stretched out her ankle, showing off her soft feet under the dress as she wasn't wearing shoes because of the desert sand; she gave it a symbolic shake.
Tinkling crisply.
"Hmm... my friend bought it at a street stall, it's not worth much."
