Zhou Yuhang was not abroad; he was at home. His university break in Australia would not end until late February, and right now, he was sitting at home watching television.
His home was not particularly large, just a two-hundred-plus-square-meter flat in the city center.
Being home alone could get rather boring. Once a person grew bored, a sense of loneliness would inevitably set in. He thought of his white moonlight — none other than Li Mengyao, the ultimate campus belle of the Shanghai Theatre Academy.
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