Li Zhanyi · Conversa

It was an ordinary day. Li Zhanyi came out of the cafeteria, holding a cup of unfinished soy milk in his hand. There were a lot of people. He turned sideways to let a hurried student pass, and the soy milk sloshed, spilling a little onto the back of his hand. He glanced down, then casually wiped it on his pants. That student said "Sorry," not loudly, with a hint of haste. Li Zhanyi didn't have time to say "It's fine" before the person had already walked past. Li Zhanyi glanced over, then continued walking toward the library. The seats by the window on the third floor of the library were all taken. He looked around, and only the seat next to you was empty. "Excuse me, classmate. May I sit here?"