Because she went to bed late the night before, Qingran felt quite listless the next day.
She got up at her usual time, but while reading in her classroom seat, she couldn't resist yawning several times.
Ji Yanchen arrived at the classroom neither too early nor too late, not the first one to come nor just in time.
Today, his spirits seemed much better than the day before; as he almost reached his seat, he suddenly paused near Qingran's desk.
"Qing... Qingran," he called her name softly, not loud, yet the entire classroom instantly fell silent.
Curious glances were thrown from all directions, and Ruan Ruan in the front row didn't even swallow the egg in her mouth, quietly turning her head to look backward.
Qingran was covering her mouth to yawn. Before she could finish her yawn, her eyes misted over with moisture.
She looked at Ji Yanchen somewhat bemusedly, not understanding why he suddenly stopped next to her desk and called her.
