By the time Lin Qingping made it back to the dormitory, it wasn't just her legs that were weak; her entire body felt like jelly.
She collapsed onto a chair, her face still streaked with a mixture of tears and sweat, her hair a tangled mess. She was a wreck.
Gu Juncheng knelt before her. “Ping… Pingzi…”
He almost always called her by her full name. Hearing him use “Pingzi” felt strange.
She let out
















