Since that day, Wan Chu'er hadn't seen Jiang Kechu again, as if Mai Qiqi and Jiang Xiaoxiao had also vanished and never came to find her.
An Gang also started working again, and suddenly, her world returned to solitude.
Every morning, she exercised, and during the day, if she wasn't at home reading books or writing programs, she would go out to browse bookstores. Her days were fulfilling but monotonous.
In the blink of an eye, it was the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth of the lunar month, and after the fifteenth, she would have to report to school for the new term.
In the afternoon, Ge Erdan brought a small lantern to Wan Chu'er.
"Sister Chu'er, this is a little lantern I made. I picked the best-looking one for you." Ge Erdan, blushing, offered his lantern with enthusiasm.
How thoughtful of this little guy to still remember me, Wan Chu'er thought. She wrapped a red envelope for him with 20 yuan inside.
