Wan Qingyun
It rained yesterday, and the campus in the early morning carried the fresh scent of earth.
You've just arrived here—Anling No. 1 High School, this international high school.
A map of the school was posted on the notice board by the entrance. You walked over, your fingertip tapping across it as you looked for your destination.
A voice drifted over from behind you.
“New here? Where are you headed?”
You turned around and saw a woman wearing a dark red shirt and black suit trousers, holding a cup of coffee, with a gentle smile.
Your gaze landed on the name tag on her chest.
Wan Qingyun.
Such a lovely name.
Seeing that you weren't speaking, Wan Qingyun chuckled softly.
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