By the time the short film shoot wrapped up, it was already eight or nine at night. The weather had turned a little colder, and everyone planned to head home and find their moms.
Shen Wanyu took a jacket from her bag and draped it over herself, but even though she had already taken out the jacket, why did the bag still look so heavy?
Jiang Linyuan stared at the bag in her right hand.
"What are you looking at?"
Shen Wanyu switched the bag to her left hand, hiding it behind her back as she looked at him.
"I'm looking at what's in the bag."
"A sack for catching wild monkeys."
"...Clothes?"
"It's trash."
Shen Wanyu walked a few steps before looking at the bag in Jiang Linyuan's hand.
"If you're cold, you can wear the clothes someone bought for you—brand-new, dry-cleaned clothes."
"Why are there so many modifiers?"
"You sure talk a lot."
You're the one who talks too much!
The group descended from the observatory, with the wind blowing nonstop along the way.
"I'm freezing to death. I need to hurry back to the dorm."
Mu Mei held her arms around her shoulders, shivering constantly.
Zhang Juntang carried a backpack and sneezed several times along the way.
Jiang Linyuan carried the bag of clothes, thought about it, and decided to ignore it.
At the intersection, Shen Wanyu and Mu Mei headed toward the dorms.
There were only a few shots left, and they could just find time to finish them later.
Zhang Juntang headed off campus.
"You're not going back to the dorm?"
Jiang Linyuan asked.
"The equipment. It'll be easier to edit at home."
Zhang Juntang walked beside him, her heart pounding wildly.
Senior, midnight, just the two of us, walking alone together.
"Oh, I'm heading