Chapter 822

As I lay in bed, hugging Colin's pillow and breathing in his fading scent, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

With most of the curriculum completed in our second year, most of my classmates were occupied with projects, preparing their theses, and planning their future businesses.

I had often fantasized about opening my own art studio in the future. It would be a spacious, bright room with a courtyard that had a fountain. The courtyard would ideally have some flowers and plants and a set of wicker chairs.

I would brew a pot of premium coffee in my spare time, sipping it while admiring the art. It would be a life of pure contentment.

When my friends heard about my grand future plans, they laughed so hard they doubled over. They joked that an 80-year-old soul must reside in my 23-year-old body as I seemed ready to retire and embrace a lifestyle that the elderly preferred.

I didn't mind their teasing as everyone had their way of living. Being ordinary and unambitious was simply who I