Three times!
Every time she comes over, the original Shang Yanting is either unconscious or on the verge of being unconscious.
Honestly, not even a bit Long Aotian.
The original descriptions are so awkward.
Every time she transmigrates, shouldn't the original Shang Yanting be busy or on the verge of being busy with something else?
Jia Xitong looked at his body lying on the ground and sighed, accepting fate as she dragged him onto the bed.
Honestly, this room is really small.
The academy dormitory only fits a wooden bed and a small table. The washing items are in the corner near the window, and although you can tell the original Shang Yanting loves cleanliness, the towel is dry and even fading.
On the table?
Jia Xitong saw basic mental method and cultivation technique books with frayed pages, a bamboo cup, and the kettle beside it was empty.
All of this instantly reminded her of Shang Yanting's first year at Dingtian Academy.
