The next afternoon, after class, Li Qingran sat at her desk as usual, packing her books with an unaffected expression.
Strangely, Xie Ying'an, who usually went out to play basketball at this time, didn't seem to have any intention of leaving today.
He sat beside Li Qingran, holding a pen in his hand, not writing anything, apparently staring blankly at a textbook.
As soon as Li Qingran stood up, Xie Ying'an's gaze swiftly shifted towards her.
The youth's deep black eyes possibly betrayed his guilty conscience, giving Li Qingran quite a start.
"What, what is it?" she asked Xie Ying'an with a somewhat stammering voice, sounding inexplicably guilty.
Xie Ying'an kept his gaze steady, looking at her for a full half-minute before asking, "Where are you going?"
Where to? Of course, to meet Liang Fan as arranged.
