As the confetti fell from the sky, their high school life was slowly drawing to its end.
Xie Ying'an returned to the classroom with a piece of confetti still stuck on his head, which looked somewhat out of place given his usual aloof demeanor.
The girls sitting in front saw this and covered their mouths to stifle their giggles.
Seemingly oblivious, Xie Ying'an sat down and looked at Qingran with a hint of puzzlement, asking her, "What's so funny? Are you that happy?"
Qingran, too, was holding back laughter. Hearing Xie Ying'an's question and seeing the piece of confetti wobble as he moved, she found it even harder to suppress her chuckles.
When she laughed, Xie Ying'an just leaned his forehead on his hand and watched her laugh with a faint smile.
Perhaps her smile was too infectious, because before long, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a shallow smile along with Qingran.
