On the second day at dawn,
Zhao Rong pushed open the door of his room and, after washing up, prepared to head out once again.
He had Teacher Yan's class this morning and was supposed to join his senior brothers for morning reading. Having gotten up earlier with the intention to visit Nanci Mansion again,
creak—
another room's door in the courtyard was pushed open, and Fan Yushu poked his head out, his eyes bleary with sleep, "Ziyu, where are you heading?"
Zhao Rong turned his head, expressionless, "To breathe some fresh air."
Fan Yushu perked up, nodding, "Breathing fresh air is good, wait for me. Let's go together."
Zhao Rong curled his lip.
Before they got to know each other yesterday, he thought Fan Yushu was a dependable and stable guy.
But after experiencing last evening's "comradeship," they both learned some small secrets about each other and started to speak more casually.
