Sheng Tang wrote smoothly, and before she knew it, she had filled two pages.
Everyone had left school, and now the setting sun had draped the campus's flowers, grass, and trees in a warm golden glow.
The wind blowing through the window was cool and refreshing.
Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.
The footsteps were urgent.
Sheng Tang was surprised and turned to look, then she saw Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting was running, drenched in sweat, his sideburns damp, and his eyes seemed to shimmer like autumn water, bright and clear.
She smiled, "Senior, why are you running so fast?"
Gu Shiting came up and knocked on her desk, "Time to go home."
Sheng Tang said, "I haven't finished my reflection yet."
"No need, Song Chen will inform your head teacher," Gu Shiting said. "Hurry up, pack your bag."
He looked anxious and his voice was urgent.
Sheng Tang glanced at the dimming sky outside and knew that night was approaching and his nyctophobia would flare up.
