At the canteen entrance, the afternoon sun was just right.
Gu Yanshen held Lin Wan Yi with one hand, and effortlessly carried a stack of heavy foreign-language books with his other arm.
The two walked neither fast nor slow, their shadows stretching long on the shaded path.
A male classmate who had just come out of the library, carrying his books, hurriedly walked but slowed his pace as he looked up at this scene.
He saw how that tall man used his broad shoulders to shield the woman beside him from most of the sunlight.
He also saw him holding her hand, fingers tightly intertwined, walking so calmly.
The male classmate blushed slightly, lowered his head, and quickened his pace.
Rounding a corner near the teaching building, Chen Zhiyuan was leaning against the wall in distress.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gingerly pressed it against his bleeding palm, his face showing a mix of pain and anger.
Gu Yanshen's steps did not falter.
