The next day, after breakfast, the two set off.
Lu Ziheng, always dressed in his usual white shirt and black trousers, donned those half-framed glasses again to appear more refined.
Pretentious!
Contrived!
He doesn't even have nearsightedness, yet wears glasses to feign sophistication, what a poseur!
"Take this with you."
Ran Yu turned around and felt like her scalp was about to explode, she asked impatiently, "Aren't we just going to eat?"
Why on earth do I need to carry a backpack!
"Just take it," Lu Ziheng's voice dropped a few notches.
Ran Yu pursed her lips in displeasure but resigned herself to shouldering the backpack.
Damn, it's so heavy, what the hell did he pack in this thing?
Lu Ziheng looked her up and down, satisfied, then took her small hand, "Let's go."
Ran Yu tried to pull her hand away disdainfully, "Didn't you say I am your sister? Brother, it's not quite right for us to hold hands like this, is it?"
