"Should go smoothly this weekend," she thought.
She put on her headphones, flipped to the dog-eared page, twirled a pen in her hand, and began to immerse herself in solving problems.
The white cord of her headphones followed the graceful line of her neck, winding down to her collarbone, where it curved into an inviting arc.
These days, students usually preferred Bluetooth headphones. Her second brother had given her some, as had her parents; but within a couple of days, she would either lose the left earpiece or the right.
No choice, for Xia Ye, wired headphones were still the most practical. Gloves might as well have a string connecting them around the neck to last longer.
She sat cross-legged, the view seemingly similar to usual, but the shadows the light cast through her long lashes onto the book were very quiet.
They only fluttered occasionally.
She was very focused.
The dorm room had been quiet for quite a while when Qi Ran's phone buzzed on the desk.