Night fell quickly.
After parting ways with everyone, Fang Li returned to his room alone.
Looking at his room, which was almost no different from when he had first moved in, Fang Li murmured to himself.
"I've been living here for almost a month now..."
If it were someone else, a room they had lived in for a month would surely have taken on some of its occupant's personal style, right?
For a girl like Kushida Kikyo, there should have been dolls, a vanity mirror, cosmetics, and all sorts of furniture that created a pink, girlish atmosphere.
For a boy, there would probably be basketballs, soccer balls, game consoles, posters, and things like that.
That way, the room would take on its owner's style and announce to the outside world that it had an occupant.
But Fang Li's room was nothing like that.
Compared to when he had first arrived, Fang Li's room was basically unchanged.
The only extra things were a few books on the bookshelf.
Among those books were textbooks, reference books, and collections of materials needed for class, as well as various mystery novels Fang Li had borrowed from the library. There were even quite a few classics among them.
If a room inevitably took on its occupant's style after being lived in for a long time, then this bookshelf was Fang Li's style.
Simple, practical, plain, quiet.
That was a reflection of Fang Li's life.
Fang Li had never found such a life unbearable.
While part of the reason was that he had been used to this kind of life since childhood, the bigger reason was that Fang Li simply was not the sort of person who craved vanity.
If one day Fang Li could date like an ordinary person and get himself a girlfriend, then