Ye Wan had just finished making breakfast and set it on the dining table when the doorbell rang.
Upon opening the door, Tang Mulin burst in with bags big and small.
Ye Wan was dumbfounded.
"For those in the know, you're here to deliver warmth; for those who aren't, they might think you're running away from home."
In the blink of an eye, a pile of bags numbered one through seven was laid out in front of the sofa, filled with clothes, books, and snacks. Ye Wan couldn't help but tease, "Miss Tang, what's this all about?"
"I'll sing whatever act I want to sing!"
Tang Mulin said huffily, marched around inside and out, and with reddened eyes, hugged Ye Wan, "Wanwan..."
The two had known each other since they were in their mothers' bellies, attended kindergarten together, went to elementary school together, and then both entered Mingde Noble High School.
They were classmates, friends, and best of all, each other's closest confidantes.
