She's eyes were red, her lips pressed tight, stubbornly refusing to let herself cry. She stopped Xiao Rou from moving: "Don't, it's cold. You keep it on, I'm fine."
"Cheng Chen…"
Xiao Rou was so anxious she was about to cry, but She just hugged herself stubbornly, refusing to shed a single tear.
Her chest ached, ached badly, but it wasn't because she'd been splashed with water, nor because she'd been misunderstood, and even less because she'd become everyone's target.
She'd never cared how other people saw her, but just now, she really, really cared how Xi Siyan saw her.
Watching Xi Siyan look at her with that complicated gaze, then look away, She felt her heart turn so, so cold, colder than that basin of cold water.
Downstairs in the classroom.
The teacher on the podium looked at She's empty seat and frowned: "Did She and Xiao Rou ask for leave today?"
No one answered. The teacher's brows knitted tighter as he looked at the two class monitors: "Where's the class monitor?"
