Wen Kexin had been observing her classmate Yi Qingyan for over a week in the same classroom and finally came to this conclusion:
Even most of the time, though she sits in the same space as everyone else, she still feels as if she were in a distant land.
For instance, Yi Qingyan's seat is actually right next to hers, but Wen Kexin could feel that a vast chasm lay between them, a bottomless abyss that no one could cross.
There is, however, one exception—
When school ends and that man appears, a liveliness emerges on Yi Qingyan's face, as if she has returned to the human world from the heavens.
What kind of person could bring out such an expression on Yi Qingyan?
Wen Kexin picked up the book on her desk, covering her face with it, yet her gaze remained firmly glued to Yi Qingyan, filled with curiosity.
