-"Qi Xiao, you are so short, give me the umbrella."
Qianxiao silently cursed, I obviously have 165. Who are you looking down on?
Zhang Yiyang took the umbrella without mercy and didn't even look at her. The two people holding the same umbrella were speechless.
- Even though Qi Xiao was sitting in the examination room with the heating on, he still felt his hands were biting with cold.
The preparation bell rang before the exam started, and a boy in a black coat came through the door and walked straight towards her, holding a bag of milk tea in his hand.
"Warm your hands, Xiaoxiao."
Concept: A story of mutual redemption between the male and female protagonists in the later stages.