Ren Ziling washed the dishes while humming 'Give the world to you'---the song Luo Qiu had heard previously.
After several months, Ren Ziling was still worrying about her good friends from university days.
"No news from her yet?" Luo Qiu asked while getting a bottle of water from the fridge.
"News?" Ren Ziling was stunned, stopping her work and looking at Luo Qiu with curiosity.
Luo Qiu answered, "I mean Tu Jiaya, weren't you humming her signature song?"
"No." Ren Ziling shook her head and sighed, "I was just humming some song, don't think too much. What is your head made up of?"
"Water, protein, fat… almost the same as yours."
"…" Ren Ziling rolled her eyes, "You know I don't mean this… By the way, can you think carefully, did we miss something about the cram school? Like what Old Ma said, a bystander may see things more clearly."
She grabbed Luo Qiu's arm, forgetting that she was washing dishes. Her gloves still had bubbles on them.
