When Luo Yingying and the gang finally got back, breakfast had already gone stone cold. Luckily, everyone in the dorm had their own glass bowls, so they just poured in some hot water and managed to eat—it was enough to get by. But today, everyone actually had tasks to do.
The arts performance was coming up, but the two who hadn't even settled on a song yet had to put aside any plans to visit Xiyuan or go out on dates. Speaking of the cold, He Yiran started worrying about Grandpa He and Grandma He. "I doubt my grandparents have ever spent a winter in Jiangcheng, I'm not even sure if the old folks can handle it."
Of course they can handle it. "What, you think it's like school out there? The school's stingy with electricity, won't let us have the heat, but your grandparents have air conditioning whether they're at home or at Xiyuan. What's there to worry about?"
That actually does make sense. "Let me call and ask, I'll feel more at ease if I check."
