During the lunch break in the middle school girls' dormitory, Xiao Heqing had already neatly folded the scarf and placed it inside an exquisite gift box. Throughout the entire morning, she had hugged the box to her chest, refusing to let go, terrified that it might get bumped, bruised, or mysteriously vanish. She kept taking deep breaths, a nervous wreck.
Han Wenwen walked in carrying the lunch she had bought off-campus. "I'm back with food! I even went out of my way to buy Qingqing's favorite meat skewers."
Sitting on her bed, Xiao Heqing looked a bit sheepish. "Thanks for the hard work, Wenwen. Tomorrow at noon, it's my turn to get the food."
Han Wenwen shot her an amused glance with a smile and set the food down on the folding table. "What hard work? Today is the day Qingqing does something big! As your best friend, I'm cheering you on. Let's have a victory meal in advance!"
