Lin Yixun arrived at the third teaching building where Xing Yi was. Osmanthus trees were planted all around the building, and now was the blooming season. The fragrance of osmanthus filled every corner of the air.
She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the scent of osmanthus filled her nostrils, refreshing her spirit. Lin Yixun slightly curved her lips. It wasn't a bad choice for Xing Yi to stay at the university and teach.
The end-of-class bell suddenly rang, and the once quiet teaching building became noisy. Groups of students, chatting and laughing, walked past her.
Lin Yixun, who had been feeling down for some time, suddenly cheered up. Looking at these vibrant young people, she seemed to return to her carefree university days, so pure and simple.
Lin Yixun only allowed herself to indulge for a moment before forcing herself to pull away from those wonderful memories. After all, dwelling too much on the past was never a good thing.
