The streetlights next to the long benches were like isolated islands in the darkness.
She walked step after step, her shadow stretching and shrinking under the lights, disappearing and reappearing. She walked until she was very far from Chen Yuan, so far that he could no longer see the sway of her ponytail.
Jiangg Ning suddenly turned back. She wrinkled her nose, red from the wind, and her eyes sparkled.
"Chen," she called out suddenly. "With your personality and family background, you could pursue any girl you want. I truly think you're an outstanding person. I can see your future, and the woman who marries you will surely be very happy."
Jiangg Ning's voice wasn't as gentle as usual. Instead, it was full of life and energy. This seemed to be the eighteen-year-old version of her, the one who walked across a distant university campus abroad, books in her arms.
