The same night.
Imperial City, Royal Academy evening self-study room.
Ao Xinghao leaned gloomily on the desk, unable to continue with the test paper, unable to memorize the book, and most alarmingly, unable to fall asleep.
Beside him, Hu Yi sighed deeply, and Huo Zhen furrowed his brow in concern.
During the days when Qin Xin disappeared from their world, every lively and touching moment had turned into plain, tasteless water.
"Sister Xin, I miss you so much..." Hu Yi was the most straightforward, mumbling incessantly.
Suddenly.
Qiu Gang in the front row turned around, smugly holding up his phone: "Hey, guys, have you seen this TikTok? Made by the Seven Immortals, it's really funny."
Hu Yi rolled his eyes: "No time! Don't disturb my longing for Sister Xin."
