The moment Yang Xiaoxi caught sight of Shen Mianmian, she felt as if she had seen her saviors. She excitedly dropped her belongings and hugged Shen Mianmian tightly.
"Mianmian, I finally get to see you. You have no idea how tough it was lugging all this stuff around."
"Why did you bring so much with you?" Sweating profusely, Yang Xiaoxi held Shen Mianmian and felt a bit helpless.
"Clothes, shoes, blankets, some useful books, and even brought a lot of specialties from my hometown. Isn't this what everyone does? Look around; doesn't everyone have their hands full of big and small bags?" Although she was tired, Yang Xiaoxi didn't feel she had brought too much at all.
A twitch appeared on the corner of Shen Mianmian's lips, "It's inconvenient to talk here with so many people around, let's go back first! Your clothes are soaked with sweat."
