The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, scattering in fine specks across the floor. Lu Huai'an rubbed his sleepy eyes and rolled out of bed.
After washing up, he grabbed his phone and habitually opened WeChat. The message Lin Jiayu had sent last night—"Good night, little freshman"—was still lingering on the screen. He stared at that line of text, a faint, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I need to talk to Sister Nianchu about changing the song right away." Lu Huai'an put away his phone and strode out of the room.
Chapter 24