Old Jiang looked at the shrimp left untouched on the plate, visibly anxious.
"This child, why is she eating so little? Don't starve yourself into stomach problems."
Seeing her husband's clueless expression, Zhu Yun casually averted her eyes, "She's got something on her mind."
A mother knows her daughter best. How could she not feel her child's haggard state?
It surely wasn't just school troubles; what else could it be?
That afternoon, Tang Xing invited Jiang Shuyao to stroll through Kuanzhai Alley. With the epidemic fading away, the place regained its former bustle, becoming a hotspot for many young people to share on social media.
The college applications were completed; all that was left was to quietly await the acceptance letters.
The two met at the subway entrance, and the first thing Tang Xing asked upon seeing her was, "Yaoyao, which university in the Capital did you choose?"
