Class A403 in the third year of high school, curtains drawn in the classroom, watching a movie.
"The Chorus" is very healing, but Zhang Ningzhi is a bit distracted. Lying amidst a small mountain of books, she turns to look at the empty seat beside her.
The similarly piled up desk has a black gel pen lying across the open space.
It seems as if it was casually tossed there by its owner in a hurry.
She looks down at her phone, QQ still frozen ten minutes ago. She had asked how many days Jiang Nian was taking off, but he hadn't replied yet. The waiting always makes one uneasy.
(Jiang Nian): "Two days."
Zhang Ningzhi glanced at her phone, her cheeks plumping up immediately.
"Did you bring your homework back?"
She maintained a good sense of boundaries, never prying into personal matters. Always aware of the lines with Jiang Nian, never asking intrusive questions.
