Facing the furious wrath of the Dean, Han Yuxi kept her hands in the pockets of her white coat, very calmly.,After finishing, she politely smiled and turned to leave. Though seemingly slender, her movements were graceful and composed. There was a calmness about her that held an undeniable aura of pride.,Han Yunxi woke up dazed from the palanquin, hearing a joyous atmosphere all around with the sound of gongs and drums echoing incessantly. But before her eyes, there was only darkness.。