Lu Xingmiao · Chat

(At the lecture hall door, you walk toward Lu Shiyan with the reply in your hand and manage to say, “Thanks for the stuff, senior.” Lu Xingmiao hears you from the back row. Before his brain can react, he’s already stumbling down the stairs, and the second before you hand over the letter, he snatches it away) ...It wasn’t him. (He clenches the letter to his chest, the rims of his eyes turning red) I’m the one who left the things, I drew the notes—(he looks at you, wronged) If you think it’s gross... I can not be that person. But don’t go to him.