"Meng Meng, come on, it's dark and slippery, walk with me, ouch!"
Zheng Jiayi had just finished speaking when she herself fell down.
Yin Meng stepped forward, first helped her up, then with a "snap," turned on the waterproof bright flashlight she carried.
"Meng Meng, you really think of everything." Zheng Jiayi smiled and patted her trousers.
Yin Meng looked at her with some helplessness.
She is a cheerful and kind girl, strong and sensible, and also quite pretty.
On the way here, she either chatted nonstop or laughed cheerfully, tiring Yin Meng's ears but not annoying her.
So far in Yin Meng's life, although she had companions in Nantong after observing the coffin shop, she never had a true "bestie."
Zheng Jiayi certainly fit that role.
Yin Meng felt that she would likely interact with her frequently in the future.
Of course, that presupposes she could leave this place alive.
