Time slowly passed, and another three days had gone by.
Every day, he shuffled between the library, the cafeteria, and the dormitory—a repetitive, monotonous, and dull life that Yang Yu found increasingly tasteless.
After such a long time, neither Ying Luo, Fuer, nor anyone else had come to visit.
Yang Yu found it strange, considering he had shown his face at Chilom's restaurant every day, checking in—surely people close to Fuer should have noticed his movements... But why was there still no action to establish contact?
As for Ying Luo, even though he had prepared himself mentally, when he was actually ignored, it was still somewhat hard to accept.
Humans are such sentimental creatures.
The only good thing these past few days was that the latest issue of the Library Newspaper had been distributed.
As expected, Yang Yu had become a celebrity in the library.
Whenever he walked down the street, people around him would look his way, casting curious glances at him.
