Walking away under the moonlight.
She didn't even feel like playing with the shadows on her way.
Lu Jingzhi tiptoed back into the room and climbed into bed.
If it weren't for Jiang Wunian's sensitivity, she wouldn't notice an extra person by her side.
Something's wrong with Xiaomiao.
Jiang Wunian thought to herself.
On normal days, she would carefully poke her to check if she was asleep.
Then, she would share everything she had seen and heard.
She'd talk with her tones rising, cheerfully.
Jiang Wunian carefully reached her arm, poking the soft flesh on Lu Jingzhi's arm, "Xiaomiao, I'm not asleep."
So, you can talk to me about anything that's upsetting you.
Once you talk about it, you won't be sad anymore.
"You have no idea what I've just experienced!"
Hearing this spirited voice, Jiang Wunian's mood eased; it seemed it wasn't as bad as she had imagined.
Emotions are infectious.
