Liquan District, Lanxin Garden District.
In the small living room of the rented apartment, the incandescent light enveloped the slender figure at the desk.
"Squeak—"
Watching the green bubble on the phone screen representing "successfully sent," Zhang Yan felt as if all energy drained from her, and she heavily sank back into the chair.
"Huff—huff—"
She gasped for breath, and at this moment, the heart that had been suppressed began pounding like a drum.
It's sent...
I really sent it.
Since her university days, the impulse that had lingered in her heart and been rehearsed over countless days and nights finally became a reality.
In the past, even dreaming of this scene would wake her in uncontrollable shame.
Now, she had actually done it.
Did he... see it? Would he find it inexplicable? Would it bother him?
A sense of belated panic surged like a tide.
Zhang Yan buried her flushed cheeks deeply in her hands, unconsciously murmuring:
"Tang Song classmate..."
