Because Li Qiao had been hit in the back of the head with a stone, the two of them ran desperately to the dormitory as soon as they left the classroom.
It was only when they saw the dormitory gate that they gradually slowed down.
The lights went out at nine-thirty, and it was already about time after washing up and tidying everything.
Li Qiao lay in bed, while Zhao Li in the bunk below her was still talking about gossip among classmates, occasionally turning over and shaking the bed.
The shaking made it impossible for her to fall asleep, so she might as well listen in.
For some reason, when the topic of marriage after failing to get into university came up, the conversation suddenly turned to her.