The spring rain is pouring, and the misty rain is hazy. Tang Lijing stood quietly by the lotus pond holding an ink paper umbrella, looking at the teaching building not far away with eyes as deep as a deep pool.
Are you really not going in? The blurred Shang Tang tilted his head and looked at Li Jing seriously.
Li Jing's hand holding the umbrella tightened silently, and she remained silent.
Minute by second, time passes slowly, like the vitality of golden quicksand slowly dispersing in the air from your hand.
Get out of class was over, and the students came out of the teaching building one after another. From a large number of people, the number of people gradually became less and less.
Shang Tang looked at Li Jing leisurely until he saw a flash of light in Li Jing's eyes. He followed Li Jing's gaze and saw from a distance a straight, tall, thin young man with fair skin.
There was nothing special about it. Shang Tang looked back and saw Li Jing's eyes filled with tears, her golden spiritual energy rolling around.
"Did you know? When I first saw him, I was four hundred degrees short-sighted, but I knew his name. Even if it was from the first row to the second-to-last row, I could accurately recognize him just by looking at his figure." Li Jing put away his tumbling spiritual power and said to Shang Tang with a smile, "Let's, let's go back!"
Intention: If you let me stop using spells, you might as well just peel off my skin. The meaning of my life is to save people.