The desks in the classroom were the same as they were ten years ago. She could remember well the one she used to lie on.
But that had happened ten years ago... Lu Jinnian pointed at a desk that was peeling off, then told her with absolute certainty that it was hers. She didn't believe him at all, and thought that he was talking nonsense. She pursed her lips and said, "You're making it up."
Lu Jinnian raised his brows, but didn't argue. Instead, he released her hand and pulled the chair from under the desk. He sat there, half-crouched at the desk, then reached his arm out and rubbed the table for quite some time. All of a sudden, he said, "En, it's here."
"What's there?" asked Qiao Anhao curiously in return, as she had no idea what he meant by that.
Lu Jinnian didn't say a word, but guided her hand under the table and against the left side of the drawer.
