Xia Tian heard this and vigorously rubbed Chen Ting's fingers.
Under the girl's feigned cries of pain, Xia Tian only stopped when the other's fingers were as red as her own ears.
Then, seemingly casually but with some concern, she asked, "How have you been lately? I think I saw your dad at school recently?"
Chen Ting paused and pursed her lips, uncertain whether to smile or not.
"Yes, Mom went abroad, and Dad finally pushed off work to come and stay with me."
Looking at her friend's expression, Xia Tian also pursed her lips: "But you don't seem happy?"
Chen Ting sighed and gestured to the Psychological Consultation Center in front of them.
"But, I don't need him by my side anymore."
"Rather than comforting me... I think he needs comfort more. He wants to make up for his guilt through caring for me... Forget it, that's not quite right to say."
Chen Ting sighed again and then laughed. It was unclear if she was laughing at herself or for Xia Tian.
