It had been a week since Tang Ling last handed the letter to Zuo Nai. He heard that Zuo Nai meant that he didn't want to delay for too long, so he went to refuse today.
Unexpectedly, Zonai's eyes were red with anger, and there was an obvious palm print on his cold, fair-skinned and handsome cheek.
It was obvious at first glance that something was wrong.
Tang Ling wondered why he was beaten if he didn't reject him.
"What's going on, Senior Brother? Your face looks so good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zonai said angrily: "Has my voice-changing period really passed?!"
The questioning voice was loud, but it had a soft and waxy charm. Not a female voice, but a neutral voice.
Although Zonai was a grade older than him, the last time a normal boy would change his voice was before he was sixteen. Only Zonai's voice changed during the period of voice change, but there was no difference at all.
As a result, he never thought that his voice-changing period was over, and Zonai was born fair, so it was difficult to tell whether he was a boy or a girl if he was not familiar with him.
"She said I cheated on her, and said all sorts of nasty things about me dressing up as a woman. She even blames me for wearing uniforms in the Xianan school. Is this what girls like? It's really scary."
Zuo Nai couldn't associate the content of the letter with the girl just now. She was completely different from the other person, and her attack was very serious.
Tang Ling on the side didn't know how to comfort him. He wanted to laugh, so he pressed his lips together hard to keep them from rising.
He put his hand on Zonai's shoulders, then gave him a hug and patted his back to comfort him.
Such a distorted look made Zuo Nai smile, and said helplessly: "Atang, you can laugh if you like. Anyway, I returned the love letter."
With Zuo Nai's permission, Tang Ling almost lost herself with laughter.
Others are happy when they receive a love letter, but Zuo Nai is sad when she receives a love letter.
At the corner of the corridor not far away, Yun Xiao was leaning against the white porcelain wall, his eyes reflecting Tang Ling's figure actively throwing himself into his arms.
His clear laughter spread here.
It looks like the confession was a success.
Yun Xiao didn't look any further and silently turned around and returned to class.
This day was the first time that he did not ask Butler Ye to wait for Tang Ling to go back together at the school gate.
So much so that when Tang Ling came out at the same time as usual, she didn't see the Yun family's car.
It took almost an hour to walk home from school. Tang Ling put the schoolbag in her hand on her shoulders with some disappointment, put her hands in her trouser pockets and walked towards home.
It seems that Yun Xiao's attitude towards him has changed in recent days. To put it bluntly, I just kept away from him, and even went home without him today.
Even the fact that he signed up for the painting club was something he heard from other classmates.
Could it be...
A terrible thought suddenly flashed into Tang Ling's mind. He quickened his pace and started jogging, wanting to go back to Tang Garden to find out more about it from his mother.
Could it be that Yun Xiao knew that they were going to get married in the future, so she deliberately avoided him.
But when he didn't run for long, he slowly stopped again, and his mood became even worse.
"If Yun Xiao liked me, he wouldn't hide from me or abandon me." Tang Ling said to himself, drooping and putting his hands on his knees.
In winter, the daylight gets dark quickly, and the temperature drops sharply, accompanied by drizzle. Tang Ling shook her body, put her schoolbag on her head, and walked for about ten minutes to the intersection and junction of traffic lights.
The boy holding a black umbrella across from him caught his eye. When the light turned green, he could see the figure walking towards him more clearly.
Still spotless and unique.
"Yun Xiao, what a coincidence."
Until the two of them came face to face, he didn't dare to ask why. His nose was slightly sore and his smile was embarrassing.
Tang Ling's hair and clothes were wet and clinging to her body. Yun Xiao leaned his umbrella forward with a hint of apology in his tone.
"I'm here to take you home."