Ou Yanan was taken aback for a moment. Before he could react, she had already wrapped her arms around him, patting his back: "You and I are both pitiable people, we can only warm each other."
Ou Yanan found her words both touching and amusing. He could only sense that her gesture was proper and friendly, like an old friend.
"Let's stay in touch more often," Zhao Mengjin said as she released him and extended a hand towards him.
Perhaps at that moment, he could feel her loneliness and bitterness. He thought that on usual days, she probably didn't have anyone to share her grievances with. After all, things at home were already so chaotic, and her father, grandparents all bore such heavy burdens. How could she add her own worries to her family's load? The bitterness in her heart, she had no one to tell. Now, fortunately, she finally had a friend with whom she could confide and discuss things.
