After seeing off Teacher Gong Lee, Xue Yang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the scenery below. The rain had stopped, and from so high up, he couldn't tell if the trees were budding, but he guessed they must be starting to.
By the time Xiao Naimao is back, they should have sprouted. The road home will look beautiful then.
What a pity it was only Monday.
Why are there still four days to go? Time is passing so slowly.
Xue Yang grumbled quietly, then pulled his gaze away and returned to his desk. Just then, his phone chimed.
He picked it up and saw a little cat icon. It was a WeChat message from Lin Xi.
"Xue Yang, it's raining. Did you see it?"
"I did. It's beautiful. When did you change your profile picture?"
Lin Xi's previous profile picture had been a landscape photo. It showed a very large and extravagant house—the kind of luxury Xue Yang had never seen before—but it worked well as a profile picture.
