"What a coincidence." Song Jingwan didn't seem to notice Tang Xinrou's disgusted expression as she walked over with a smirk. "Yaoyao, we haven't spoken for a while. Let's walk down together."
"No—"
"Okay."
Song Yaoyao curved her eyes and interrupted Tang Xinrou as she secretly squeezed her hand.
Tang Xinrou swallowed back her words and looked at Song Jingwan with displeasure.
She didn't like the look of her.
As soon as they walked downstairs, a bone-chilling breeze swept past, causing Song Yaoyao to sneeze.
Song Jingwan rubbed her arms, hesitated for a moment, and handed her jacket to Song Yaoyao.
"Here, wear this. You've always been weaker than me. Don't catch a cold."
"Would you really be this nice?" Tang Xinrou glanced at her. Previously, during late fall, wasn't she the one who pushed Yaoyao into the pool?
