The clock hands were nearing 12, perhaps because she slept too much in the afternoon, or maybe it was Xie Ying'an's words—Qingran had no desire to sleep, tossing and turning in bed.
As the competition and final exams were drawing near, Qingran actually had no mood to guess why Xie Ying'an differed from the male protagonist described in the book.
Having lived together for so many years, everyone was flesh and blood with their own thoughts, she could no longer treat them as flat characters from a book,
After all, she and Xie Ying'an were childhood friends, she couldn't bring herself to say anything heartless, and she realized she wasn't as indifferent to Xie Ying'an as she thought.
Anyway, Xie Ying'an's words were vague, she might as well play dumb.
Future matters could wait until later.
What else could she do?
The weather, gloomy all day, finally started to rain late at night, typical of summer showers.
After a flash of lightning, a loud clap of thunder followed.
