On the second night at the school, Song Jiawen had a longer sleep than the first day, not opening her eyes until nearly seven in the morning.
When she got out of bed to wash up, Liang Yujun was also awake.
Lying on the bed, she lazily looked down and asked, "Jiajia, I've heard your high school classmates call you that. It sounds nice and is simple. Can I call you that, too?"
She had wanted to ask this question last night.
Song Jiawen nodded, "Yes."
Liang Yujun, curious again, said, "But why the 'Jia' from addition? Does it have any particular meaning?"
Does it have any particular meaning?
The name wasn't hers, and she never thought to ask why, but there was a time she overheard Song Xiaoli from her uncle's family telling someone that her classmates said her name was nice and easy to remember. Song Xiaoli replied with disdain, "Just a name to round out the count, do you really think her parents racked their brains for it?"
