The sunset was resplendent, golden-orange rosy clouds splashed across the sky like colors freely flung by a painter.
The lingering light in the building's corridors, the shifting light and shadows on the track, the sun sinking at the horizon—the entire Jing University seemed draped in a thin veil of gold.
Countless students emerged from all directions, walking in groups toward the cafeteria and dormitories.
At that moment, everything was steeped in tranquility and beauty.
And amid such a scene, Xia Yao was walking back to The Cabin with that bouquet of calla lilies in her arms.
With her tall figure and long legs, she looked beautiful carrying such a huge bouquet, drawing countless secretly astonished glances from passing boys.
But she paid no attention to her surroundings, keeping her eyes on the white flowers in her arms.
Normally, she would never accept flowers from boys.
Whether they gave them to her in person or asked someone else to pass them along, she always refused directly to avoid giving them the wrong idea.
But perhaps because this time, the sender had not even left a name; perhaps because they were her favorite calla lilies and she could not bear to throw them away.
Or perhaps because of some inexplicable reason even she could not put into words.
In the end, Xia Yao had chosen to bring them back with her.
In a dark coat and black boots, with her loose hair smooth and flowing, makeup still on her fair, beautiful face.
As she gazed at the flowers in her arms amid the lovely evening glow, her expression softened as though she had remembered something.
"Xia Yao!"
Then, at that moment, a crisp call rang out.
Slightly surprised, Xia Yao lifted her gaze and saw a girl in a red down jacket