The kaleidoscope is spinning, presenting a fantastical scene before me.
"I can't go on."
She was slightly out of breath, feeling like she'd need to rest for many days. "Open the window, let some air in."
"Alright."
Jiang Nian put on his shoes, footsteps echoing in the courtyard. The window opened with a sound, making the outside sounds a lot clearer.
Dusk, a gentle pale blue.
He stood with hands on his hips, shirtless, looking at the scenery outside the window. A sense of grandness arose in him, and he turned to speak.
"The view is quite expansive here."
Li Qingrong didn't respond to him, already squinting her eyes. She was half asleep, breathing steadily.
"So tired."
Back at the school.
In the dorm, Jiang Nian sat in front of the computer. He knocked on the desk, thought for a bit, then dismissed the idea of bringing Zhang Wei along.
Better to support Soy Milk.
This is the power of sweet talk, even Jiang Nian can't avoid it. The secretary job has to be done by Soy Milk.
