Early the next morning, when Zhen Yu set out for her morning run, she bumped into Han Mingyue downstairs, and the two immediately exchanged smiles.
Zhen Yan, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel sour and said sarcastically, "Today, your brother is off to the execution ground, and you can't even offer me a smile first? Not a word of encouragement for me, my heart is..."
Without turning her head, Zhen Yu glanced at her brother, who was being melodramatic, but still humored him by saying, "Good luck!"
"That's it? Just two words, and you think you're done with me?" Zhen Yan's face was full of disbelief.
After thinking for a moment, Zhen Yu added another sentence, "Don't stress too much! If it doesn't work out, just retake the year."
"I," Zhen Yan gasped, nearly suffocating himself in the process!
Seeing the situation, Han Mingyue quickly smoothed things over, "Come on, let's go! Zhen Yan has an exam today! Let's just do one lap and then come back early for breakfast!"
