For some reason, upon seeing Wu Yanyun, Ni Yang felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Yanyun," Ni Yang walked over, squatting down beside Wu Yanyun, and patted her shoulder.
After patting Wu Yanyun without any response, Ni Yang patted her again, "Yanyun?"
Only then did Wu Yanyun react. She lifted her head and saw a clean and pretty face, choked back a sob, "Ni… Yangyang?"
Ni Yang handed her a clean handkerchief, "Yanyun, wipe your tears first."
Wu Yanyun raised her hand, wiping her face indiscriminately with her sleeves, "Don't get your handkerchief dirty."
It was evident that Ni Yang belonged in a different world from hers.
You could tell that Ni Yang must have a good family environment, unlike her...
Ni Yang stuffed the handkerchief into Wu Yanyun's hands with a smile, "It's okay, handkerchiefs are meant for wiping stains, what else would they be for?"
"Thank you." Wu Yanyun gripped the handkerchief, warmth spreading in her heart.
