Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
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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