The food was so good she accidentally stuffed herself. Relaxed and content, the last trace of harshness in her eyes—a lingering shadow from her rebirth—melted away. She was like a well-fed cat basking in the sun, languid and graceful. Her already stunning beauty seemed to shine all the brighter.
Not wanting to face the troublesome bunch in their dorm, the two of them found a shady spot in a small park. They leaned against each other and dozed for a bit, after which Xia Zhaoyun went back to reading her script.
May was neither hot nor cold, and events began to pop up everywhere, vying for attention like flowers in the full bloom of summer. The Golden Microphone was one such event. It also happened to fall during Labor Month, so most of the scripts were about praising the working people.
