Chapter 95 Rush For A Lost Face

• I watched as students flooded out of the classroom, their chatter filling the corridor. Snow joined the stream of people heading towards the gates, but my attention remained fixed on the crowd, searching for one face I had been longing to see.
• "The class is dismissed. Let's grab our bags," Snow said, breaking my reverie.
• After returning the racket to its place, we made our way back to the classroom. Most of the students had already dispersed, some lingering in small groups, chatting away about classes and other gossip. As we passed through them, I couldn't shake the feeling that the face I was looking for must be among them somewhere.