At this rate, she was bound to break out in a heat rash.
Zhao Bai somewhat regretted putting a scarf on Bronya. All he had needed to do was hold her hand and walk out with her. Why had he made such a simple task more complicated?
Zhao Bai did not know either.
It was just that, at that moment, the girl had exhaled a long stream of white breath into the snow, her slender fingers tightly clutching the person she relied on. Like a startled fawn, the girl and the snowy ground had formed a breathtaking scene together.
Even time had frozen.
Zhao Bai did not care whether Bronya was beautiful. He only cared whether Bronya was cold.
Perhaps this was what they called being a straight man.
Halfway to retrieve the motorcycle, Bronya seemed to have suddenly figured something out. She refused to let Zhao Bai follow her and silently walked out of his sight.
"What on earth is she thinking?"
Zhao Bai muttered to himself in confusion. He did not follow her to find out, instead giving Bronya the respect she deserved.
This was the thing he would regret most.
After waiting for ages, Zhao Bai was starting to get impatient.
He even began disrespectfully speculating whether the pretty girl had gotten constipated in the bathroom. Just then, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Zhao Bai looked down and saw that it was the principal's official number.
Theresa only used this phone to contact him when something major had happened.
This was no small matter.
Zhao Bai did not dare delay. He answered the call and asked, "Principal, did something happen?"
"Something terrible has happened!"
Theresa cried out in alarm, nearly rupturing Zhao Bai's eardrums.
Zhao Bai rubbed his ears without complaining, merely frowning as