The sound of rain couldn’t be heard anymore.
Luo Qiu walked a round in the office, going to the cabinet in the meeting room. He suddenly stretched out to touch the place where the ball was put before.
Pressing the hand on the wooden partition, Luo Qiu closed his eyes.
Zhang Qingrui had asked if he heard or saw anything--- Considering that her memory of the matter happened in the underground palace had been erased, Luo Qiu was definitely not willing to express anything.
Instead of saying that Ms. Zhang saw her, it might be better to say she was attracted to Ms. Zhang.
Luo Qiu withdrew his palm and walked out from the dean’s office, coming to sit on the bench in the aisle.
He closed eyes again. Yet, this time he just kept them close for a mere breath. When he opened his eyes once again, there was a little girl standing in front of him.
She was clean, a hint of unease showed on her pink cheeks. The girl was wringing her dress while lowering her head.
