It was just strange.
Very, very strange.
After returning home that evening, Yang Zhi sat listlessly on the bed.
Her hands were clasped tightly and rested naturally on her thighs.
She stared blankly ahead, blankly and vacantly. It was rare for her to be like this...
Huh? What was this feeling called?
This was the first time she had ever felt this way.
Yang Zhi sighed and rubbed her stuffy chest. "Is the problem here? It feels so bad, so bad."
It was the same as last time, when she had seen that girl standing in front of Ding Yebai.
But this time, it wasn't jealousy. This time, it was...
She turned to glance at the seal plushie on the bedside.
"I miss him?"
Mmph, mmph, mmph!
Yang Zhi abruptly shook her head, then patted her tender, fair cheeks.
"Calm down. You have a mission. You're here to tutor him."
With that, she took a deep breath.
Control yourself. Control yourself.
That night, she deliberately moved the seal plushie onto the chair in the bedroom. Perhaps she wouldn't have thought much of it when it was on the bed before, but now she suddenly found herself very conscious of it.
A few days later, on the weekend,
Yang Zhi sat quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard.
Grandma had taken Qiqi out to play, leaving her alone at home. It was hard to avoid feeling a little lonely.
After thinking for a while, she eventually decided to go inside and play the piano while singing. She could dance and sing—she was practically a gifted young woman.
She had even won first place in Jinghuai University's singing competition.
It was just that her studies had later become too demanding, so she stopped entering entertainment competitions. Instead, she