Whenever studying was mentioned, Bai Xue would immediately wilt like frostbitten eggplants.
Then, Zhen Yu's ears would finally experience peace… oh no! Rather, they would finally hear the soothing melodies of the guqin.
This is how it went, one playing music, and the other writing, and time quickly flew to nine o'clock sharp.
As soon as the alarm on her phone rang, Zhen Yu immediately stopped writing, fearing she might ruin the draft she had nearly finished.
After turning off the alarm, she completed the last word and then began packing up.
Bai Xue got up too, picking up the dust cover for the Mongolian Zither, saying, "Let's go!"
Walking back to the dormitory, Bai Xue suddenly remembered that the love letter was still in her pocket! So, she pulled it out and shoved it into Zhen Yu's backpack.
"I'm sick of tearing up love letters! Deal with your own love letter yourself! Haha!"
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yu gave Bai Xue a sidelong glance, feeling the joke was not funny at all.
