Xiao Ling walked out of the library, and the midnight campus was very quiet, with few pedestrians on the road.
Those she occasionally encountered were couples, holding hands, hugging each other's waists, and some even kissing in the dark.
The cool night breeze blew, and Xiao Ling felt a subtle sense of loss inside, though she couldn't explain why.
She usually bit her teeth and hated Yang Xiao, always mocking him every time they talked. Recently, she was forced by Yang Xiao to buy him a late-night snack every evening, and every time she bought it, she cursed him internally, hoping he'd get diarrhea or something.
Today, she didn't run into Yang Xiao, which should have made her happy, so why was there this faint sense of loss?
Xiao Ling returned to her mentor's dormitory despondently.
...
The next morning, Yang Xiao got up, opened the door, and saw Yelu Qing standing at the entrance, holding a soup pot.
"Good morning, Mr. Yang."
"Oh, Qing'er, when did you get here?"
