At Least He Was Still An Angel

Saturday. Gu Qingjiu woke up early in the morning. Taking the chance that most people were still asleep, Gu Qingjiu quickly went to meet up with the Chief Instructor.

Qi Xiaoran did not return the night before.

Gu Qingjiu washed up and changed into a simple knitted sweater.

She didn't want to parade in her everyday uniform and shop with the Chief Instructor wearing only that.

That would attract nosy people's attention, and it would eventually get uploaded on Weibo.

It would take around ten minutes for her to walk to the camp.

Gu Qingjiu arrived at the Chief Instructor's office not over ten minutes later.

One glance and she saw his lean figure leaning against the jeep at the side.

His figure was slightly bent, but that did not prevent him from looking any more handsome.

In the misty morning air, he gave off a cool, deity-like feeling.