Wang Jiayue hunched over at her seat, from Zhao Meimei's angle, she looked like a seedling battered by the elements, nearly withered, pitiful yet leaving one unsure of how to lend a helping hand.
Add some water, and it might swell up; add some soil, and it seems it might be easily bent by a slight pressure.
Zhao Meimei glimpsed the overlapping footprints on the back of Wang Jiayue's school uniform, recalling the empty, helpless, yet slightly hopeful look she saw through the disarray of hair when she found her lying on the bathroom floor earlier.
Zhao Meimei's heart trembled fiercely. For the first time in her life, she felt a desire to help someone, not just because of Da Bao's initial request, but from a genuine hope to offer her modest strength to assist.
After the English class, Zhao Meimei stood up.
Xu Xu hurriedly reached out to stop her: "Meimei, where are you going?"
Zhao Meimei glanced at him: "To get something."
Xu Xu immediately followed: "I'll go with you."
