When she stepped into the classroom, Lin Yin realized that there was an egg and a box of pure milk on her table. A trace of confusion flashed across Lin Yin's eyes. She didn't know who was so considerate.
Was it Jia Qing? Lin Yin looked at her in disgust.
It seemed like it wasn't. If it were her, she would definitely be looking at her eagerly.
In her previous life, she had been deceived by her gaze and foolishly believed that she was a person worth befriending.
Just as Lin Yin's gaze landed on Yang Xue, she saw her quickly retracting her shy gaze. It seemed like she was thanking her for yesterday.
Lin Yin smiled. Not wanting to let her down, she put the eggs and milk into her bag.
This was the second person in Lin Yin's life, other than Aunt Li, who could make her feel warm. However, when she thought about how no one who approached her in her previous life had a good ending, Lin Yin felt a little down.
