Oh.
Jiang Nian: "Drink more lava."
Yu Zhiyi: "Go die!"
He really didn't want to respond to things like this. If it were someone else, showing concern would be fine.
Yu Yourong pushes the limits too easily.
Even when Jiang Nian used to fawn over Tingzi, he only showed slight concern and didn't keep following up.
Whether Tingzi takes painkillers or not, that's her own business.
Meanwhile, in the women's restroom in the North District dormitory.
Yu Zhiyi, who was squatting till her legs went numb, leaned against the wall as she came out. Thick fog gathered outside the window, and cold, wet air rushed in.
She couldn't help but shiver, wrapping her clothes tighter as she prepared to wash up and head to class.
The light on the balcony was dim, half-covered by curtains. Clothes hung densely above, mixed with the smell of detergent.
It rained the day before yesterday, and who knows whose clothes didn't dry? The trapped water had gone sour, emitting a pungent smell.
