Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind: "Wanwan, Wanwan..."

Yang Wanwan shook her head self-deprecatingly. It must be her imagination. How could anyone be calling her?

She kept her eyes straight ahead and quickened her pace.

"Wavy..."

A strong hand grabbed her arm.

Yang Wanwan stumbled and bumped into a broad embrace.

She endured the pain, swung her arm away, lowered her head, and continued walking forward without looking back.

Her eyes welled up with tears, her nose stung, and tears dripped onto the ground with a "plop".

"Wanwan, Wanwan, listen to me."

Pan the Mute's voice was full of hormones, and he seemed to have grown taller, tall and upright, and full of sunshine.

He wrapped his arms around Yang Wanwan, and in his embrace, Yang Wanwan almost suffocated.

At the same time, she instinctively sensed a danger.

An irresistible feeling arose in her mind, a feeling that tore at her heart and left her with no way to escape.

Danger!

Too dangerous!

Leave immediately!

Yang Wanwan wanted to pretend to be calm and smile, just like before, and say a few words with a smile, but for some reason, at this moment, she just couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.

The more I tried to laugh, the more tears streamed down my face.

Therefore, she couldn't lift her head at all.

She couldn't let anyone see her disheveled state, nor could she let anyone know her secret and ridiculous thoughts.

She struggled stubbornly, trying to break free from his grip, escape his encirclement, rush out of the dormitory, take a few deep breaths of fresh air, put on a happy smile, the smile of an older sister she always had, and said, "Hi! Yiming, so you changed your name! I've been looking for you for ages!"

Perhaps she should have said something casually, like, "Yiming, you're so amazing now, remember your older sister! I've always treated you like a younger brother!"