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.,The flower palanquin swayed back and forth, making Han Yunxi's head ache. At this moment, strange memories also surged into her mind piece by piece.。