Zhao Meimei actually wasn't very keen on going out. Right now, she just felt like lying motionless on her bed, curling up into a ball, quietly savoring the feeling of longing. Between her and Jiang Xiaoyu, since the start of the term, the words they exchanged could be counted on one hand; there was really not much to say.
For two relatively unfamiliar people, who had different temperaments, to go shopping together—what would they even talk about on the way? Just thinking about it felt awkward.
"Since I've been at school, apart from the teaching building and the library, I haven't gone anywhere. Can you come with me? Please?" As Jiang Xiaoyu finished her sentence, her face turned red.
The request was made, and it was indeed hard to refuse.
Zhao Meimei had no choice but to agree. She tidied up her things, grabbed her wallet, put on her coat, and followed Jiang Xiaoyu out of the dorm room.
