The man swiftly cut across the campus.
The passersby didn't even have time to recognize his appearance.
Pei Yuanchen knew exactly where He Ziyi usually had her classes, so he quickly arrived at the art academy's building.
It was right after class, and students were emerging from their classrooms, chatting and laughing.
Pei Yuanchen searched around, but didn't see a trace of He Ziyi.
He clenched his fist, the tension in his mind stretched taut, ready to snap at any moment.
Fortunately, he soon found the figure of He Ziyi in a classroom.
Because classes had ended, most people had already left the classroom.
Thus, her silhouette immediately caught his eye.
The woman sat quietly in her seat, back straight, head slightly bowed, her right arm moving continuously as if she were writing or drawing something.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, the turbulent emotions in his eyes gradually calming at the sight of her back.
