Ling Chengyan smiled, took the schoolbag off her shoulder, and walked outside together: "There's no stove in the classroom, aren't you cold?"
Xiao Yu shook her head with a smile: "There are many people, so it's not that cold."
In fact, it was cold. After two classes, her feet were numb from the cold.
But Xiao Yu was already very content. From a wandering orphan, a person who had sought death in the river, to now having a sister, a home, being able to eat and dress warmly, and even go back to school, what was there to not be satisfied with?
However, Ling Chengyan didn't believe it. She reached out and held Xiao Yu's hand, and feeling how icy it was, shook her head disapprovingly: "Tomorrow, wear another pair of velvet pants and your new thick socks... you don't want to get frostbite, it'll come back every year otherwise."
Xiao Yu giggled with agreement, wrapping her arm around Ling Chengyan's and chatting about funny stories involving teachers and classmates.
