Shi Niange, who was poking her phone screen, suddenly paused. Her fingertips stopped moving.
She took a deep breath and turned back.
In the middle of the classroom, on the sixth row, which was the empty seat on her left, stood a tall and clean boy.
He was wearing a white shirt. It was as though time had returned to that autumn a year ago. At that time, school had just begun.
Why was he still so good-looking?
Shi Niange's heart suddenly tightened. There was the excitement of suddenly seeing Qin Siting, and the pain and grievance of seeing this person who she had not been in contact with for a long time.
Qin Siting's gaze met hers. The two of them stared at each other for ten seconds.
When Shi Niange forcefully turned her head back, her eyes were already red.
She really missed Qin Siting too much.
