Su Qingnuan walked aimlessly on the street, watching the crowds coming and going, feeling a bit lost for a moment.
In this vast city, where should she go?
At some point, the phone in her pocket began vibrating incessantly.
Su Qingnuan didn't dare to take out her phone, nor did she dare to see who was calling.
She was afraid, afraid she wouldn't be able to resist, afraid she couldn't hold on, and would just run back.
It wasn't until the phone stopped vibrating that Su Qingnuan dared to take it out.
The dark screen told her that her phone had run out of battery.
She had left in such a rush, bringing only her phone and a bit of spare change. Standing in the noisy street for a moment, she turned and walked toward the roadside.
Hailing a cab, Su Qingnuan told the driver the name of her school.
The brightly lit dormitory stood like a series of shining beacons, illuminating the road ahead of Su Qingnuan.
