The building couldn't be abandoned unless absolutely necessary. Even if they considered the worst-case scenario, Jing Shu did not want to experience another migration as arduous as trekking through a landslide, walking all the way back to Wu City.
However heavy a snail's shell may be, it is still its home.
Jing Shu's thoughts drifted far away. She hadn't quite understood what they discussed later; she figured that given the limited conditions, they probably couldn't have settled on much anyway. It wasn't until Old Principal Wang gently patted her on the shoulder, reminiscing about the touching incident from the last graduation ceremony four or five years ago—when he and Jing Shu had even taken a photo together—that she snapped back to reality.
"I came to the auction this time too. Who knew it would be such a coincidence?" the old principal lamented his bad luck.
Returning to her senses, Jing Shu asked, "What are you here to bid for?"
