For a long time, she had cast these thoughts to the back of her mind. Seeing that everyone downstairs had returned to their rooms and the night seemed to have quieted down, Qinghe blinked and disappeared into the villa, her lithe figure swiftly weaving through various parts of the campus.
However, she hadn't reached the teachers' dormitory yet when the commotion ahead in the small grove by the riverbank halted her steps.
Qinghe glanced at her watch, ten o'clock at night, and muttered discontentedly. Damn it, what are they doing blocking her path in the middle of the night without sleeping?
But she forgot that she too wasn't sleeping in the middle of the night, engaging in sneaky activities. As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is good for doing deeds; indeed, everyone was out and about.
Qinghe hid in the shadows, her eyes glittering and seemingly illuminating the entire night, while she continued to mutter something to herself.
