Could he not do it? Or did he not want to?
The two of them entered the classroom in silence. Somehow, their relationship wasn't as close as they once were.
...
As soon as Song Yaoyao entered the classroom, she looked into a few sets of eyes that were as bright as lightbulbs.
"Quick, quick, quick, gifts!"
Tang Xinrou drummed on her desk with anticipation.
"You guys..."
Song Yaoyao's gaze drifted from Tang Xinrou to Han Jun, and finally onto Shen Xun.
The boy's hair was messy and he had a scar on his face as he lifted his head sleepily.
He looked straight...
...at her.
Song Yaoyao's eyes curved. "Are you guys this excited? Okay then..."
She walked over to her seat, sat down, and slowly opened her bag.
