The key thing is, everything I need is already at home. Even if I haul all this stuff back, it'll just sit there unused, so I'm really torn. "Ugh, I really don't want to lug all this stuff home." But leaving it in the dorm isn't an option either—next year, I won't be living here.
"Then just throw it out."
"But throwing it away feels wasteful."
"Then pack it up and bring it home."
"But I won't use it anyway—it'll just take up space."
He Yiran was speechless. "So what exactly do you want? You're arguing both sides—what do you actually want to do?"
"Ah, I don't even know what I want. Forget it, guess I'll just take it home and figure it out later."
So all that indecision was basically pointless—a total waste of time. Mengzhen packed her suitcase, looked at He Yiran who hadn't moved, and asked, "Yiran, what about your stuff? Are you moving it back yourself too?"
