"I have money," Gu Mingcheng looked at the red envelope, his instinct was to give it back, but by the time he wanted to catch up, Xu Nian'an had already taken Xu Nianhua and run off.
Gu Mingcheng watched as they disappeared into the crowd and could only helplessly return to pack up his things.
…
"Little sister, you shouldn't have given him your school's address just now," Xu Nian'an had wanted to stop her, but Xu Nianhua spoke too quickly, not giving him a chance to interject.
"It's fine."
Xu Nianhua said indifferently, "Even if he travels thousands of miles to find my school, what can he do, eat me?"
"Brother, don't worry about it. He's just a boy around seventeen or eighteen, probably inspired to paint because he thinks I'm pretty," Xu Nianhua said vainly, touching her face, which was the same as in her previous life. Yet, the confident her sometimes couldn't help but marvel at her reflection in the mirror, wondering how she could have been so foolish in the past.
