Bianca couldn't understand why Chris had suddenly appeared outside the literature department yesterday.
She always felt that Maureen might be up to something.
But after asking Noella and several classmates, they all said that when she left the lecture theater, Maureen was still performing in front of the classroom.
Who could it be then? She and Chris were at odds, it was impossible for her to go ask him this question.
Not until the second lesson in the morning, during the lunch break exercise, was doing a turning exercise when she subconsciously looked up.
Suddenly she met a gaze cast from the fifth floor of the teaching building.
Even from a distance, it was hard to make out who it was.
However, the vibrant red short hair bathed in a golden halo under the sunlight was already a telltale sign of his identity.
This person was incredibly fair-skinned, almost blinding, yet his eyes were pitch black and frosty.