Like a Little Girl Who Had Just Learned to Love

The saying that 'every wicked will face their own wicked' must have been referring to this.

Ling Feifei angrily climbed off her bed to bring her luggage up. She glared hatefully at Feng Ling and upon receiving a cold glance in return, her shoulders immediately shrunk. She bit her lip painfully and unhappily brought her luggage to her bed.

Ji Nuan's smile was mild. She did not pay them any more attention, holding her book to continue reading on the bed. However, just like in the morning, she was unable to focus.

The storm was still ongoing outside the windows. To not affect Ji Nuan's student life, Feng Ling did not take the initiative to greet Ji Nuan or treat her familiarly. Now that Ling Feifei's and Bai Wei's attention were placed on her, Ji Nuan could have some silence as she sat on the bed.