"Yellow zone, second floor, room seven..."
Gongyang Mo muttered under his breath, his brows knitted so tightly they could have crushed a stalk of blue silver grass.
He had completely forgotten that all second-year students had to move dorm rooms.
By the time he hurried over that afternoon, his old room was already empty. Even Yue Ling's bedding had vanished without a trace.
Gongyang Mo's eyes flew wide. He stared at the number on the door in disbelief, checking it several times.
"This is my room, isn't it? But I... where's all my stuff?"
The entire room was utterly deserted. The floor and desktops were spotless, clearly cleaned and tidied by someone.
"Don't tell me the dorm supervisor sent someone to clear it all out?"
His chest instantly tightened, panic and anxiety rising inside him.
"I'm done for, I'm done for... I'll go ask in a bit."
After a long while, Gongyang Mo let out a deep breath, filled with helplessness and resignation.
"Well, that's what I get for being so scatterbrained."
His brows drooped, and he stood there with his head hanging.
There was nothing else he could do for now. He could only clean up his new second-year room first, then ask the dorm supervisor where his things had gone.
He raised a hand and pushed open the door to his new dorm room.
The sight before him was nothing like the dusty mess he had expected.
The entire room was clean and bright. The desks and chairs were neatly arranged, everything put in its proper place. Someone had clearly tidied it with care.
Warm sunlight streamed through the window and spread across the floor, gentle and quiet.
Beside that familiar pink bed, Yue Ling stood quietly.
He held a cup in one hand, his head tilted back