Tang Shu, who got a boyfriend in a muddled mess of a kiss, once again started fiddling with the corner of her textbook, looking as conflicted as possible.
"Leave that piece of paper alone, you've been doing this all morning. I suggest you turn the page?"
Ye Xiaohui, next to her, had long noticed her friend's odd behavior, and after a bit of observation, she concluded —— the object of the girl's conflict was definitely a man.
After being reminded, Tang Shu looked down and said, "Huh?"
The 49th page of "herbology 2," which had been ravaged beyond readability, seemed to have turned a shade darker where she had been gripping it.
"..."
She laid her head down on the table, deflated, her chin resting on the thick textbook while she heaved a long sigh.
"Spill it, which guy has got your heart aching?"
"How do you know it's about a guy? Couldn't it be something else?"
