An Yin returned to the dormitory, still not fully recovered from the anxiety earlier. She sat dazed at her desk for quite a while before getting up to gather her clothes and head to the bathroom for a shower.
By the time she finished showering and washing her clothes, the night was already deep.
She looked at the empty dormitory; it was so late, Shi Qing hadn't returned, and by now, the dormitory's main door was already closed, indicating she wouldn't be staying in the dormitory tonight.
An Yin turned off the lights and quickly slipped under the covers.
Fortunately, the hallway light leaked in through the window above the main door, keeping the dormitory from being completely dark.
In the quiet night, she clutched her phone tightly.
Her mind unintentionally wandered to the man named Meng Sihan. He said his father didn't love him, and his mother didn't care. At that moment, a wave of sympathy swept over An Yin's heart, yet, at the same time, she felt immensely grateful.
