The next day, Ye Ling was woken up by the sounds of talking and laughing in the dormitory. When she looked up, she saw someone had already moved into the bed beneath hers—the same person who arrived in the middle of the night. The boy had a big head and big eyes, thick lips, a medium build, and lively eyes that made him look clever.
"Hello, I'm Yang Hui, Beijing person." Ye Ling was observing the other person when he smiled and extended a hand to introduce himself.
A Beijing person, a girl from the Capital.
No wonder she carries herself so confidently.
Ye Ling stretched out her hand, and their hands grasped each other. "I'm Ye Ling, from Shenyang."
"Ah, Shenyang, huh? You're from the North too?" Yang Hui didn't look down on Ye Ling just because she came from a small place.
This made Ye Ling feel that Yang Hui was quite nice, "Yes."
