In Notting City, at Notting Academy, Tang San entered the academy as a work-study student with a simple bundle on his back. Without the slightest hesitation, he headed straight for Dorm Seven.
He missed Xiao Wu terribly. That pretty figure, that crisp "Third Brother"—they were the deepest attachment of his three lives.
He would wait for her in Dorm Seven, just like in his previous life, where their bond had begun.
The wooden door to Dorm Seven stood ajar, and the laughter and chatter of boys drifted out from inside.
Tang San pushed the door open and entered. Familiar sights met his eyes—several crude wooden beds, a long table with peeling paint, and a few boys dressed in academy uniforms.
He knew that, according to the course of his previous life, Wang Sheng would soon come over with others to "lay down the rules."
However, before he could prepare himself, a voice so familiar that it made his heart tremble suddenly rang out, tinged with urgency. "Third Brother!"
Before the words had even faded, a pink figure threw herself at him like a swallow returning to its nest.
Tang San almost instinctively opened his arms and skillfully gathered her into his embrace. The tip of his nose was instantly filled with that sweet, fresh fragrance unique to Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu," he called softly, his voice trembling slightly.
The person in his arms shuddered violently, then raised her head, revealing a pretty little face. It was Xiao Wu.
Her eyes were wide, filled with shock, confusion, and a deeply buried ecstasy. She stared fixedly into Tang San's eyes, her voice slightly hoarse. "Third Brother... could it be that you..."
She did not finish, but Tang San instantly understood the question in her gaze.
Just then, a clear female voice came