Gu Qili left the library, and the sky outside had already darkened.
It was a cloudy evening, with thick layers of pitch-black clouds pressing down, completely obscuring the light of stars and moon. The campus street lights were not very bright, casting indistinct reflections of trees on both sides.
She walked along the path for a while, her breathing finally evening out, but the stifling feeling in her heart was like the layers of clouds, without the slightest gap.
Even though she slapped Hu Jiaojiao twice, and it felt relieving at the time, once she stepped outside, many complicated emotions surged back. As a friend of seventeen years, she really didn't want to see her turn out this way, or perhaps, this was her true nature all along.