If he was also in Class F...
Yan Yu shook his head and immediately discarded the dangerous thought from his mind.
On this side, noticing the young man's intense gaze, Gu Danyu looked up, "What did you just say?"
Yan Yu's hands were clenched at his sides, and he gritted his teeth, "Nothing."
The sounds of laughter and chatter continued to reach his ears, and his gaze grew darker, "I won't hold up your practice, I'm leaving first."
Just as the young man turned to leave, the palm of his hand suddenly warmed.
He paused mid-step and looked down to find a bag being pushed into his hand.
"Uncle Chen said you have a sore throat, so he made pear soup especially for you."
The light words seemed to strike at his heartstrings, and Yan Yu blinked, murmuring in a low voice, "Thank you."
Then he hurried off with the bag in hand.
After closing the door, Yan Yu leaned against the wall, staring at the pear soup in the lunch box for a long while.
Made specially for him...
