C259 There Is No Title to This Chapter

Zhao Chanqiu did not return to class. He sat at the corner of the field for a while. The breeze caressed his face and unexpectedly gave him a chill. It was probably very close to winter. He stretched out his hand and suspended it in midair. The wind drilled through the gaps of his fingers, gentle and wanton.

Actually, he did not like very complicated things, but in the near future