That day, when she saw Mu Xingfeng's wound, she suddenly changed her mind.
Mu Xingfeng had said that he wanted her to study surgery. At that time, she didn't understand his intention. But now, seeing the numerous scars on his body, she suddenly wanted to choose surgery.
Today is the last day to decide on a major. She desperately wants to hear Mu Xingfeng's opinion one more time.
But after sending the message, there was still no reply.
An Zai sighed, threw the phone on the bed, and started folding the quilt.
"What? Instructor Mu still hasn't replied to your message?" Xiao Xiao climbed down from the upper bunk. Seeing An Ran's dejected look after throwing her phone, she knew An Ran still hadn't gotten in touch with Instructor Mu.
She remembered that back in high school, when An Ran was filling out her college applications, she made the decisions by herself, and got it done within minutes.
