Feng Yihuan felt as if she had received an imperial decree. She nodded, "Alright, Second Brother, I got it. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Yihuan saw a crescent moon like a sickle, hanging on the edge of the sky.
In the pitch-black night, a crescent moon, scattered stars sparsely dotted the sky.
She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and took a deep breath of the chilly air.
No one knows why she stays at school and doesn't want to go home.
The Feng Family home is not far from the university, and the dormitory houses four people, with a bed estimated to be not even a third the size of her bed at home.
As for the school canteen, for someone pampered like her since childhood, it tastes a bit bad.
It took her two days to slowly get used to it.
She thought that she should try to stick with Second Brother less to prove that her feelings for him are just sibling affection.
This matter, she dared not let anyone catch wind of it.
