She had never been lost or disheartened. She maintained her initial resolution and moved forward steadily. This was Ye Jian, a simple but extraordinary girl.
October passed and it was November. The city where the Chinese Academy of Sciences was located became cold. The students wore their winter uniforms and their outerwear. They walked around the campus with a natural aura. Just looking at their backs made them look extremely handsome.
The camphor leaves in the school were falling one by one. One night, they could cover a thick layer.
Ye Jian and Song Zhiqiu came out of the library. As they walked, they discussed a professional topic. At this moment, Ye Jian felt a little fortunate that she listened to Xia Jinyuan's suggestion when she chose the profession. She gave up on the technical aspect and chose the command aspect.
