"Xiao An?" Jing Xianjun was taken aback, "Didn't you go to school today?"
"Oh, I'm feeling a bit under the weather, took a sick leave." Loh Xiaoan said, letting Jing Xianjun in and closing the door.
Jing Xianjun got worried as soon as she heard Xiao An wasn't feeling well: "What's wrong with you? Where do you feel unwell?"
"It's nothing, just a cold." Loh Xiaoan smiled, warming up a cup of milk for Jing Xianjun.
Jing Xianjun took it, touched. It's rare for Xiao An to remember her stomach doesn't do well, especially in winter, she can't drink cold things.
"Xiao An, your uncle and I have already divorced, I'm here to get my things."
"Are you going back to Jiangcheng today, aunty?" Loh Xiaoan asked.
Jing Xianjun nodded: "Xiao An, you can't call me aunty anymore, your uncle can't have a wife."
"But aunty, you said you wouldn't give up on me, I'm used to calling you aunty."
Jing Xianjun sighed softly: "Then it's up to you, whatever feels right."
