After getting Xia Yu out of the car, the chauffeur slowly drove around the campus at Xia Wanyuan's request.
It was time for classes and there were not many people on campus. The campus was green and beautiful. The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the huge glass walls of the stadium, turning the entire stadium blue. On both sides of the road, there were all kinds of banners and signs hung up by clubs to recruit new members. It was amazing how fulfilling college life was.
The young students were either carrying backpacks, carrying books, or rushing to the classroom with hurried steps. All of them looked young and energetic.
In the small buildings hidden in the large trees, one could see young faces that were thirsty for knowledge through the open windows.
Xia Wanyuan watched enviously.
She was well-read in poetry, painting, and etiquette, but she had never been to school.
