Over time, Fu Ying had gotten used to not being able to get in touch with him now and then.
It felt like going back to the days of her unrequited love.
Fu Ying sighed and looked down at her book.
"Fu Ying, I'm leaving first."
Fu Ying nodded: "Mhm."
Fu Ying took out her phone and sent him a WeChat message, then stared blankly and waited for a while, but received no reply.
She stayed in the library until nightfall before she left, sending a text message to Fu Yan on the way.
There were a few punks hanging out at the school gate, smoking cigarettes and sporting showy dyed blonde hair.
Fu Ying intentionally looked away and walked on the other side.
Just as she entered the tree-lined path, there was a sudden piercing sound of a motorcycle, and a dark shadow zoomed past her, snatching her bag.
Before Fu Ying could react, someone pushed her shoulder from behind.
