School was busy, so An Hao didn't stay at home; she still lived on campus.
During the days following Qin Jian's departure, An Hao felt very down, though she could still focus during class, once class was over, she would wilt, her mind playing memories of her days with Qin Jian like a movie.
Her mood was terrible, sapping her interest in everything.
Even at lunchtime, in the bustling cafeteria, she would zone out; even her favorite sweet and sour ribs had lost their appeal.
"An Hao, are you going to eat or not? If not, I might as well eat it for you," Gu Shuangshuang, sitting opposite her, poked the pieces of meat in her lunchbox with chopsticks, salivating at the thought.
The head chef in the cafeteria had truly outdone himself today.
"Go ahead, eat it! Have it all. I'm not feeling hungry," An Hao pushed her lunchbox in front of Gu Shuangshuang and said listlessly, "Just don't mind the saliva from where I've eaten."