A feeling indescribable surged into Meng Yuexue's heart, as if the very ground beneath her feet had turned into clouds, weightlessly floating without anchoring her. After being dazed for several breaths, the girl hastily stuffed the book she was holding back onto the shelf. Her composure shattered with a crisp snap, drawing several gazes.
But she was no longer capable of focusing her attention, nor could she pause to bow in apology. Her steps were hurried, almost staggering, as she left the Academy for the first time so early in these few days.
That student who had been stealing glances at her caught a glimpse of her profile.
Her face appeared composed, yet it was slightly pale, like the white flags fluttering in the snowy wind on the day of a funeral. Her teeth were biting down on her lower lip, forming a shallow indentation, and blood seeped out, as if she had applied lipstick, strikingly beautiful in a way that was heart-throbbing, causing him to be momentarily lost in a daze.
