That night, in the end, she still didn't go down.
The next morning. In the classroom, she was taking notes when she suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit strange. Then she looked up and saw Liang Nan standing at the doorway, his exquisite, sculpted, fair face framed by a few crystal-clear raindrops, and his pale thin lips like flowers wilting in the rain.
His white shirt was dripping wet, as if he had just been fished out of water, having evidently been drenched in the rain all night.
Ignoring the astonished gazes of everyone, he walked past the podium towards her in the back row.
Her deskmate, being sensible, stumbled away with the books, leaving the seat next to her vacant.
Liang Nan walked down the aisle until he was beside her, then sat down with a thump under the watchful eyes of everyone and casually flicked his hair, scattering a few tiny droplets on her hands and books.
