Tianxin had gotten through this long holiday, scared and anxious.
She had initially thought that after Chen Yiran's mother left, she would call her parents and tell them about their relationship. So, she had prepared herself, waiting for the call from her own mother one day during the holiday, asking to have a talk with her. But to her surprise, the entire vacation passed, and she received no call from her parents.
Chen Yiran looked helplessly at Tianxin, patting her head and said, "Don't be depressed, you're going back to school tomorrow. Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"It's not about being depressed..." Tianxin raised her head to look at Chen Yiran with a pitiful voice, "It's like being told that you're about to be executed. You've gotten ready, waiting for the axe to fall, but then the executioner just keeps waving his axe around, and it never comes down. Who could stay calm in that situation?"
