Tuesday afternoon is a session of Advanced Magic Text.
Even after Professor Montreya and most of the class had left the room, Zheng Qing still felt a bit out of it, his mind occasionally drifting back to the last two words Su Shijun said after they met at noon.
Right.
Right?
Right!
Each time he recollected, he attempted to interpret those two words with different tones, but no matter which way he twisted it, he had to admit he couldn't provide a definite answer.
By the resolve set a week ago right after leaving Shanglin Garden, he should have drawn a clear line with her and certainly shouldn't have sought her out after encountering trouble.
Yet, subconsciously delaying for a week, his determination quietly vanished completely in the procrastination.
