Since that day, Sylvan Cheney hadn't been around for a while.
Jasmine Yale attended classes and worked part-time as usual.
She had washed his trench coat for him, but it still hung in the closet, unclaimed.
One evening after class, Jasmine Yale was tidying up her books in the classroom.
She had found today's public administration lecture utterly confusing and had decided to borrow some books from the library.
As she was packing up her books, she discovered that another letter had somehow found its way into her backpack.
Since the beginning of the semester, she had already received several letters, all without exception, love letters.
In her previous schooling, she had received love letters but only a few.
Since arriving at the University of Cakago, the number of love letters she received had surprisingly increased.
Most were from domestic international students, with the occasional foreign male student attempting to write in broken Chinese.