Ever since the million had followed Duan Feihan, it never returned to the back hill of Imperial University, and usually showed no nostalgia for its old lair. Tonight, it was truly abnormal.
Bai Chuwei lowered her eyelids slightly, her eyes glimmering with an unusual light.
The principal had a knack for picking days; not only was the next day auspicious, but the weather was also excellent, with the winter sun spreading over layers of white snow.
All the students heading to the back hill of Imperial University were dressed formally, with solemn expressions, holding freshly bought flowers from all over the Imperial Capital in their arms.
The principal and the school leaders were eagerly accompanying Bai Chuwei to the back hill.
The students following behind looked up at the distant statue of Miss Bai, unable to stop themselves from exclaiming in wonder.
The principal certainly came into money, look at this towering 30-meter white statue, it must have cost a pretty penny.
