Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Apocalypse Gacha
I, The Dragon Overlord
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 358- Labour is the most valuable
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 59 - Dekan Doesn't Hold Back
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 002.2: Noble Phantasm: Ancestor, Save Me! Part 2
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 07 Chapter 158: Cardinal Position
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 690 - Astonishing Ruined Temple
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 627: Murder Case
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 357- Rip off
Zhan Long
Bramble Bear King
Zhan Long
Bramble Sword
Zhan Long
Sword Tempest
Zhan Long
Creating a skill
Zhan Long
Xiao Yao takes on the world
Zhan Long
Nine main classes
Zhan Long
Meeting the goddess again
Zhan Long
Soaring Grasshopper
Zhan Long
Legendary Driving God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 10 - No One Can Level Up Faster Than Me
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 9 - Leveling Speed Increases
The sound of leather shoes tapping against the ground could be heard all over the campus as students made their way out of the school.
Yin Zhao-an's heart felt empty as she looked at the nearly-deserted classroom before her. She felt as if someone was wantonly kneading and squeezing her heart, and she couldn't help but get the urge to cry.
With a dazed expression, Yin Zhao-an walked into the classroom. The students on duty had already tidied up the classroom, so every desk and chair were neatly arranged.
Yin Zhao-an broke the harmony of tables and chairs, pulling out a particular chair and taking a seat.
This was Tang Yu's seat.
Of those remaining in the class, a few surrounded the lectern, chatting and laughing among themselves. There was also a girl scribbling an innocent love confession on the blackboard, the girl writing her own name followed by another person's name before drawing numerous hearts using pink chalk.
Yin Zhao-an's eyes were dark and dull. With a tired face, she leaned back against the chair. Then, through the edges of her vision, she suddenly spotted a familiar object.
Milk…
Yin Zhao-an took out the bottle of goat's milk forgotten in the drawer. The milk had sat in the drawer the whole day, so it had long since cooled to room temperature. Though in Yin Zhao-an's hands, the bottle felt like a block of ice, its coldness penetrating her bones.
Does Tang-Tang…hate me now?
…
Yin Zhao-an walked home by herself, her feet stepping on the sidewalk's neatly arranged bricks one after another. As usual, the sun stretched her shadow as she walked home. Unlike usual, though, there were no other shadows next to hers.
But then, all of a sudden, the long and thin shadow gained a companion.
Yin Zhao-an lifted her head in joy, calling out, "Tang—"
Mixed feelings filled Zhao Yu's heart when he saw Yin Zhao-an's depressed expression.
"Oh, it's you." Yin Zhao-an's joy instantly turned into disappointment. Then, she walked past Zhao Yu and continued her way home.
"Tang Yu has a new friend."
Yin Zhao-an
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