Snow
Under Xue Yuantong's forceful insistence, Jiang Ning finally put on a coat.
Xue Yuantong tied a scarf around Jiang Ning's neck, then stepped back two paces and looked at him.
"Is it warm?"
"Warm," Jiang Ning answered. But as a boy wearing a pink scarf, he looked somewhat out of place.
"Does it look good?"
"It does."
"Hahaha, I knitted this scarf myself!" Xue Yuantong said with a grin.
Jiang Ning rode his bike with Xue Yuantong behind him. Winter had come, and biking was getting colder and colder, the frigid wind cutting across their faces like knives. Jiang Ning cast a spell, shutting out the cold wind and radiating warmth around them both.
Xue Yuantong was not cold in the slightest. Looking at Jiang Ning shielding her from the wind ahead of her, she quietly decided to find him more ways to stay warm.
Jiang Ning still arrived at school right on the dot.
He headed toward Building No. 3. Jiang Ning remembered clearly that on the second day after they had moved classrooms, Xue Yuantong had come to school and gone straight to their old classroom.
She had stood outside the classroom, staring at the empty room in a daze. After thinking for a while, she finally remembered that Class 8 had moved.
At first, Xue Yuantong had been a little down and had zoned out several times during class.
Jiang Ning realized that she was someone deeply attached to the past. It was only after more than a week in the new classroom that the sense of loss around Xue Yuantong finally faded.
After arriving in the new classroom, Jiang Ning took a seat by the window, and Xue Yuantong followed him and sat beside him. The two of them became desk mates.
Bai Yuxia, seated