As Song Yansheng's car left, Shi Nuan had already entered the campus gate and was heading towards the dormitory building.
Her mind was somewhat complex, and she reached up to touch her face, which was still warm.
Passing by the library, she thought for a moment and then went inside to the restroom, where she washed her face.
The slightly cold water reduced the heat on her face a little. After taking a breath, she turned and left the restroom.
That's when the phone in her pocket rang, and she pulled it out to take a look.
Her dark eyes flickered because the caller was Ji Xia.
...
In a five-star hotel in city T, on the top floor, inside a suite.
A handsome young man sat on the sofa, calmly watching the LCD TV in front of him.
On the TV, a news report from nearly a month ago was being aired.
The report was about Song Yichuan's funeral, a grand procession of funeral vehicles and a crowd, with countless white chrysanthemums lining both sides of the road.
