On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Liang Yujun and her two friends didn't arrive at the school until twelve noon.
The weather was good today, and Mu Jiawen had come over at eight o'clock in the morning to open the windows for ventilation, clean up, and air the bedding. Of course, it wasn't just her bedding that was aired out, but also those of her three roommates, including the army green mats that Liang Yujun's father had given them before.
So by the time the three of them reached the dormitory, room 303 was bright and clean, with not a speck of dust on anyone's desk, and the mats and quilts were basking in the warm sunlight on the balcony outside, looking soft and comfortable. It even seemed to wash away all the tiredness of their journey.
"I love Jiajia to death, where is she? Call her and ask her to come over."
