Xia Jinyun dropped her off, and then it started to rain.
Fu Ying looked at her slender and tall figure, which appeared especially frail, as she walked through the door and then turned back.
"It's raining."
Xia Jinyun turned around and smiled: "It's no big deal."
Fu Ying stepped forward, grabbing her clothes without uttering a word.
Xia Jinyun found it amusing and adorable.
The little girl, who was half a head shorter than her, stood by her side, her small hand clutching at her clothes, not letting her go because of the rain.
Xia Jinyun felt a warmth in her heart.
Xia Jinyun looked up, glanced at the second floor, and hesitated: "Alright then, thank you."
At night, the two girls slept in the same room.
The little girl's room had a girlish, pastoral style, filled with a gentle and peaceful atmosphere.
Fu Ying set down her backpack, glanced at the diary on the writing desk, then hastily tucked it back into the drawer.
