The original drowsiness vanished instantly, much like the reason for her phone being turned off before; Wen Nuan was afraid of the phone ringing, yet feared it not ringing, feeling as if she were a leaf falling into a lake, her emotions rising and falling.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took a breath and hastily put on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and hurried downstairs.
Even though it was Sunday afternoon, the campus was as bustling as usual, filled with people.
On the lawn in front of the library, students sat or lay around, chatting or daydreaming, the air filled with a sense of ease and freedom.
Wen Nuan had just appeared at the library entrance, instantly drawing the attention of many.
The young and beautiful Oriental girl, standing out among the crowd, immediately attracted the attention of bold foreign guys.
