She never expected to have any friends. Once she finished this year, she would be an adult, and her parents would marry her off, saving up money for her brother's dowry. Even if Jiaojiao was willing to share spicy meat sauce with her before, she didn't dare to hope to become friends with her.
But when she just heard Jiaojiao say "our Xiaona," she was genuinely delighted, really touched.
What did it mean?
Jiaojiao looked at her with confusion. She didn't mean anything by it, just said it casually, to seem a bit closer.
As they approached the restroom, she softly asked, "I didn't mean anything else. If you don't like it, I won't say it like that next time."
No special meaning?
Yang Xiaona's heart sank, her eyes dimmed, thinking she had hoped too much again. But then she heard Jiaojiao hesitantly say, "Xiaona, I thought we were friends."
