Actually, she wasn't here for review materials at all.
She didn't even know what was wrong with herself.
After seeing Du Jiaojiao again, she couldn't help but want to be near him, even if they didn't speak, just watching him filled her heart with satisfaction. If he spoke to her, or even just nodded, she would get so excited, inexplicably happy, happier than if she'd won first place in her grade.
How strange...
Wu Yanyun covered her face with her hands, took a deep breath, stood up, and casually picked up a book of ancient poetry from the shelf. She flipped a page and, with a quick glance, she thought she saw this line:
"The hill has wood, the wood has branches; my heart delights in you, but you do not know."
Wu Yanyun slapped her own face hard.
God!
What was she thinking about!
She couldn't go on like this.
Du Jiaojiao was not someone she could even dare to think about.
But the more she tried not to think about him, his face kept appearing before her eyes.
