The late autumn night was chilly, and without her coat, Lin Zhenxin's frail body shivered with cold.
She suddenly recalled Tu Haohao's carefree face, simple and beautiful.
Compared to herself, who could not even afford to finish college, deep feelings of inferiority entangled her.
Her heart ached profoundly, and she slowly crouched to the ground, only realizing she was in tears when the wind blew, chilling her face.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" A low magnetic voice came from behind, followed by a warm suit jacket being draped over Lin Zhenxin.
She looked up, tears blurring her vision, and Li Yanan slowly approached her and crouched down.
"I'll carry you."
When they returned home, Aunt Xu was about to leave. Seeing Li Yanan holding the sleeping Lin Zhenxin, she greeted them and then left.
After Aunt Xu left, Li Yanan directly carried Lin Zhenxin back to the room.
