Gu Xiaobei was walking home with a dejected look. For a moment, she thought about simply giving up as it all seemed too much of a burden. But then she couldn't let herself give in so easily.
It was warm at noon, and the snow on the roads began to melt. The damp road surface did nothing to improve her mood.
Gu Xiaobei wrapped her large scarf tightly around herself, leaving only her big eyes visible. It wasn't that cold, and she could have done without the scarf. She was simply feeling down and wanted to bury herself in the scarf, hurry home, hold Little Xiaopang and Mo Wang, only then would she feel at ease.
Her eyes cast down, she accidentally bumped into a passerby as she was focusing on avoid puddles on the road.
Catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, Gu Xiaobei was about to apologize, but her words got stuck in her throat. It was Liao Qing.
Liao Qing was in a hurry and didn't recognize Gu Xiaobei. She moved forward without giving it another thought.
