Song Jia blinked her panda eyes.
Even that blink looked like it took half the energy inside her to do that.
When she closed her eyes, she struggled to open them, but her eyelids seemed to fight against the very idea of opening up.
So she gave up.
Her head tilted to the side, and Jidenna knew what would come next—sleep.
He nudged her awake because if he didn't, he would be the one to suffer, especially when she began pestering him later for an after-class summary.
The door of the lecture hall opened, and a man in his late 30s in neat professional wear walked inside.
His shirt had all the buttons buttoned up to the end, leaving none open, his hair perfectly slicked back. That man is the lecturer of **Epidemiology Class**.
His dressing was simply so memorable it stood out from the rest.
