When Qingran stepped out of her house, she saw Xie Ying'an again.
The boy was properly dressed in the blue and white school uniform, leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone. Hearing the door open, he looked up.
Qingran distinctly noticed his demeanor seemed much improved today, not at all as listless as he had been the past few days.
Sometimes Qingran really couldn't understand the affections of youth.
How much did he like her? Could it be enough to make Xie Ying'an, who was never enthusiastic about going to school, walk an extra two bus stops every morning just to detour and go to school with her?
Was she touched?
At first, when she felt indifferent towards Xie Ying'an, she thought it was just okay.
But now it was different; her feelings had undergone a significant change, and she couldn't help but be moved by these details.
