His gaze shifted away after only a moment, but he had seen it clearly.
'Damn it.'
Sang Qi was annoyed with himself for being startled by a child's momentary glance. He was furious.
Ye Qianning's gaze passed over him and landed on Sang Zhi, who had just walked up to her. Her face bloomed into a smile. 'My little lucky charm,' she thought, 'the more I look at him, the more I like what I see.'
"Haven't seen you for one night and your temper has already grown. Not bad, not bad."
Sang Zhi knew what she was talking about. Although he was a little happy inside, he didn't show much emotion on his young face as he sat down.
"Why didn't you come to class this morning?" he asked.
"It was overcast."
"What does an overcast day have to do with class?"
"When it's overcast, I feel like it's a holiday." Ye Qianning had a bad habit: she never wanted to do anything when it was overcast or raining.
Sang Zhi frowned, not quite understanding.
