She was wearing a long white down coat, with the hood up against the strong wind. The hood's edge, lined with soft fur, was being blown to brush against her cheeks.
She didn't reach up to move it, dragging her suitcase with one hand and the other tucked into her down coat pocket as she walked towards the school gate.
The campus always stirred a myriad of thoughts, some pleasant, some troubling.
Ji Anning walked with her head down.
Suddenly, a basketball bounced in front of her, and she instinctively stepped on it to stop it. Just as she was about to look in the direction from which the ball had come, a male student called out to her, "Hey, beauty, could you throw the ball back to us?"
Ji Anning looked over to see several male students playing basketball on the outdoor court behind the male dormitory building.
When they saw Ji Anning's face, the group of boys stirred, exclaiming, "It's the beauty queen from the Fine Arts College."
