"Cough, I don't know." Song Xiyun spoke honestly.
She didn't know much about Jiang Nian, most of her understanding came from Xu Qianqian's few words.
Familiar yet unfamiliar after encountering.
"What's up?"
"Nothing, just asking casually." Xu Qianqian fiddled with her phone, "Just feel like... this person is quite something."
"Quite what?" Song Xiyun was puzzled, "...what is it?"
"Nothing." Xu Qianqian laughed nervously, and as soon as the bathroom door closed, she slumped down completely.
Sunk into the sofa, her mind became chaotic again.
This matter was indeed something she couldn't ask others, but only think for herself. However, it was merely a feeling so there was no need to overthink it.
Song Xiyun came out of the bathroom to find the living room empty.
So, she dried her hair and returned to her room. Leaning against the headboard, she lifted her arm to grab a storybook from the table.
Knock, knock.
The sound of knocking startled her.
"Come in."
