On a December morning, the first rays of dawn gradually lit up the campus. A thin mist, akin to a gauzy curtain, shrouded the grounds. The streetlights were still on, their dim light unable to dissipate the layers of fog.
The visibility was a bit low, but Han Xiaozheng's sullen, sharp eyes sparkled brightly today.
He looked at Sheng Tang, greeted her, his eyes burning like a beast of prey waiting for his breakfast to be delivered.
Sheng Tang raised her eyes slightly: "Good morning, Han. You seem to be in a good mood today."
Han Xiaozheng laughed heartily, his laughter bold and unrestrained, drawing the attention of many students around.
"I had a good sleep, so naturally I'm in a good mood," he replied. "What about you, Sheng Tang? Did you sleep well last night?"
You should get a good night's sleep while you can. Maybe after today, you won't get another chance.
Thinking this, Han Xiaozheng's brows lifted even higher, his pride evident.
