âGideon?â
Just as Gideon was about to walk over and investigate, his roommate happened
to pass by and enthusiastically called out to him.
Gideon slightly furrowed his brows, puzzled. âDid you just come from this way?â
His roommate nodded, not understanding why he asked. âI saw your back from
far away. What happened?â
Gideon shook his head. âItâs nothing. Letâs go back to the dorm.â
Maybe what he had felt just now was his roommateâs gaze?
After the two left, a figure emerged from the woods, looking in the direction they
left with a face full of resentment and a flash of murderous intent in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Lena, who was planning to go back to her dorm, was caught by
Rumba, who asked her to help deal with some troublesome documents.
This wasnât the first time this had happened, so Lena had no choice but to go
with him to the office.
âHowâs it going with you and Gideon?â Rumba asked with a smile as he sat in front of the computer, looking at Lena.
Lena paused for a moment. âItâs pretty good now.â
âNow?â Rumba keenly sensed the hidden meaning in her words. âIt seems like
you two have gone through some rough patches.â
Lena nodded, not too concerned about this matter. âThe problems have been
resolved now.â
Rumba had thought it would take them longer to sort things out. A flash of
admiration appeared in his eyes.
âBoth you and Gideon have very distinct and excellent styles. But even the most
talented people need to learn to appreciate othersâ strengths and even learn from
them,â Rumba earnestly advised Lena.
Lena was startled. She hadnât expected Rumbaâs real intention to be this.
âI understand.â Lena sincerely thanked Rumba, realizing that teachers indeed
see further than they do.
A designer could stick to their unique style, but they could not be ignorant of
other styles.
By the time she finished dealing with the documents, it was already late.
Lena declined Rumbaâs offer to take her home, choosing to walk alone to her
rented apartment.
For convenience, she had rented a small apartment near the school early on, but
she had never invited anyone over, and no one knew about it.
The streets werenât very crowded, and Lena unconsciously quickened her pace,
swiftly crossing the deserted streets.
She was still thinking about Rumbaâs words. The teacher was right. She should
be more open-minded and try to understand othersâ stylesâ¦
While Lena was lost in thought, suddenly, a figure blocked her way.
It was Willington again.
He held a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hands, his face adorned with a gentle
smile. âLena, youâre back?â
Lenaâs brows furrowed deeply.
She didnât want to talk to him at all and tried to walk around him.
Suddenly, Willington grabbed her wrist. Lena struggled to break free but couldnât,
and she slapped him in response.
âWhat are you doing?â Lena asked angrily.
She hadnât revealed her address to outsiders, let alone Willington. He must have
followed her to find this place.
After being slapped, Willington didnât get angry. Instead, he looked at her with a
sinister gaze. âWhy can you laugh and talk with Gideon, but youâre not even willing to accept my flowers?â
Lenaâs eyes widened. âWere you the one spying on us today?â
She had suspected that Gideon was hallucinating due to lack of sleep. So it was
actually Willington?
A sense of crisis immediately arose in her heart. She subtly turned her body to
the side and quietly took out her phone.