The bell for the end of morning study just rang, and the back door of the classroom was pushed open gently.
Shen Jingyan strolled in lazily with one hand in his pocket. Today he wore a thick dark blue hoodie, the collar hanging loosely to reveal a hint of his collarbone. His hair looked as though he had just run his hands through it a couple of times, yet it possessed an inexplicably messy aesthetic.
Jiang Shengyan thought he had a damn aesthetic of choosing style over warmth. Considering the current temperature outside, she shook her head.
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