"They're not the same at all, alright?"
Jiang Zhiyu stood up and pulled Li Yuan's hand. Beneath the early autumn sun, their shadows stretched long on the ground.
"Let's go!"
"Yeah!" Li Yuan responded. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, pounding in his chest as he grew very tense.
...
With his guitar on his back and holding Jiang Zhiyu's small hand, Li Yuan had just turned to leave when he saw them. Not far behind him, Jiang Zhiyu's three roommates—Xie Ping, Zhang Ruoxue, and Li Qingqing—along with some other Ji University students, were all looking over curiously.
It was obvious they had seen the entire scene of him and Jiang Zhiyu singing and composing music together.
Li Yuan's heart sank. He immediately glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, who also looked somewhat lost. The two exchanged a look, and Li Yuan, still holding her hand, walked over to her three roommates.
Xie Ping was the first to greet them. "Zhiyu, Li Yuan, where are you two off to?"
