The scene seemed to be deadlocked.
In a quiet space, the thick soup in the pot bubbled outwards, making a gurgling sound. The smoke in front of the eyes, like a filter, blurred Dexter’s eyebrows.
“I didn’t want to choose this major.” Elara lowered his eyes and naturally gave a reason. “At that time, there was a problem with the assessment. The major I wanted to choose was not admitted and was transferred to online media.”
Upon hearing this, Dexter also retracted his gaze and took a sip of wine calmly.
Sang Zhi looked at Dexter and then back at Elara, always feeling a bit strange.
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