Song Nuan, during the second semester of her freshman year.
Very busy, she was tricked by some clubs at the start of college and joined quite a few.
Not attending was not an option.
She was so busy she felt dizzy, and her chosen major required her to do experiments.
She also enrolled in some sketch classes, which had quite a lot of homework.
The day was just right for drawing.
A male model was sitting up on the podium.
Song Nuan was diligently sketching.
As the work was about to be completed, Song Nuan realized she had drawn a sense of loneliness.
The person in the sketch clearly resembled Lu Yan.
She rubbed her temples, thinking this was absolutely insane. Why was that man everywhere in her mind?
Darn it.
The teacher greatly valued her work and strolled over to see her results.
Because she had stopped drawing, he went over.
"How's the drawing coming along? Let me take a look," the teacher said.
Hearing the teacher's voice, she promptly tucked her drawing away.
