When Shen Qingxue got out of the car, the surrounding sounds seemed to be silent for a moment.
She was wearing a simple white cotton dress, her black hair was draped smoothly over her shoulders, and a few strands of hair were blown up by the wind in front of her forehead. The skin is very white, almost transparent under the sun, which makes the eyes particularly clean and clear. She lowered her head slightly, as if she wasn't used to being watched by so many people, and her fingers unconsciously grasped the strap of her schoolbag.
"Miss, your dormitory is in Building 7, East District. I've already asked someone to send your luggage there." The middle-aged woman said in a low voice.
"Thank you Aunt Zhang." Shen Qingxue's voice was also very soft, with a hint of timidity, "You can go back, I can do it myself."
