Chapter 13: Cheng Xiran’s Club?
Sunset slanted into the academic building, dragging orange shadows across the corridor floor, the window glass reflecting light like red-hot […]
Sunset slanted into the academic building, dragging orange shadows across the corridor floor, the window glass reflecting light like red-hot […]
In the dead corner between two shelves, Lin Yingyuan crouched quietly. Before her on the rack sat a pair of
Evening, at home. Lin Zhiyi penned the final stroke on his worksheet, capping his pen with a crisp “click,” signaling
Taking advantage of the lunch break, Lin Zhiyi made his way to the school backyard. A gentle breeze swept through,
“Club?” Lin Zhiyi paused for a beat. “Sure.” Cheng Xiran had actually invited him to join her club—utterly unexpected, but
Lin Yingyuan headed toward the back of the school, her hand unconsciously brushing her sleeve cuff. Today was September 20th,
When she lifted her face, the amusement in her eyes hadn’t fully faded. “So, any ideas?” Her voice was soft,
After school, in the Ninghai High School faculty office. Sunset filtered through the slanted blinds, bathing the room in warm
The dismissal bell rang, and the homeroom teacher, Old Ma, walked into the classroom with a form in hand, passing
As night fell, Lin Zhiyi lay in bed, surveying his room with a complex mix of emotions. The room bore