Yun Yue had her hands stuffed in her pockets, expressionless, as she meticulously washed her hands before entering the private room.
Shen Xuan was talking with Lin Xuanze, her tone quite gentle. Upon seeing Yun Yue walk in, she turned her head slightly, giving her a meaningful glance before continuing her conversation with Lin Xuanze.
After the meal, the three of them returned to attend evening self-study.
**
Class Seven.
The ceiling fan above Yun Yue's head buzzed noisily, probably due to its old age, it was a bit dilapidated, and the fan blades emitted a creaking sound. She had put on her earphones.
The breeze lifted her stray hair, adding a touch of disheveled beauty to her delicate face.
Her right hand would occasionally sketch a few strokes on the book, quite focused.
Zhang Ziyue sat defeated in her seat, as if she had been out of sorts since the beginning of evening self-study, tugging at her hair with a deeply furrowed brow.
