"I'll tell him about this when he comes tomorrow," Hong Siyu thought.
But what she hadn't expected was that after that day, she never saw Lin Yun again.
The figure that had become somewhat familiar had disappeared from the library.
In the days that followed, one month, two months, whenever Hong Siyu's gaze landed on the seat Lin Yun preferred, all she saw were the empty chairs and tables.
Should she deliver his textbook to his classroom?
Hong Siyu occasionally pondered this question. But the thought of the possible implications always drained her of any courage to act.
A completely unfamiliar girl bringing a textbook a boy left behind one or two months ago to his classroom? It sounded too strange! It would seem as though she had some ulterior motive.
She had no such thoughts about Lin Yun, just a bit of attention, no need to take such a step.
That's what Hong Siyu told herself. So, from beginning to end, she never touched the textbook left in the storage cabinet.
