Jiang Shengyan stood by the corridor window, the warm May breeze carrying the fragrance of acacia blossoms as it brushed past the tips of her hair.
Though she had mentally prepared herself, seeing her actual grades still felt as though someone had squeezed her heart tightly.
Jiang Shengyan's face remained entirely expressionless. She quietly watched her classmates laughing and playing on the campus grounds, lost in her thoughts.
Chapter 91