Yun Shanshan was holding her phone, looking at the few WeChat messages exchanged with Chen Ziqian.
In the darkness of the dormitory corridor at night, not the slightest bit of light was present, save for the gleaming light emitted from the smartphone screen, making Chen Ziqian's profile picture even more handsome and captivating.
She looked at the last message—'I thought you'd be touched and come down to see me,' and couldn't help but giggle foolishly.
Then, he sent another message—'Just kidding, I've already returned to the apartment, sleep early, good night.'
She knew that this message was the real deception; he must still be in front of the Sun Yat-sen statue. Maybe right after sending her the last WeChat message, he was just about to head back to the apartment.
The Sun Yat-sen statue at the school gate was far from the dormitory.
But the necessary route for Chen Ziqian to return to his apartment was the road planted with camphor trees behind the dormitory windows.
