She glanced at Chen Wenzhi out of the corner of her eye; his face was full of undisguised anticipation.

"good."

"It's a promise! No going back on your word!" Tang Ya-wen emphasized.

Ying Qian beamed with joy: "No regrets!"

Ying Qian was wearing loose, gray loungewear, which gave her an unnatural, sickly appearance.

Chen Wenzhi had just returned from outside. Since the house was heated, he took off his long cotton-padded coat, leaving only a beige sweater underneath, which accentuated the shape of his muscles.

“Um…” He raised an eyebrow, his hand restlessly touching Ying Qian’s small hand, which was as warm as a heater. “Mom, Ying Qian and I are going to our room first.”

"Okay, go ahead," Zhao Yaya said with a smile.

The window in the room was open, and a cold wind was blowing in, carrying snowflakes.

The first thing Chen Wenzhi did upon entering the room was to close the windows.

"Why did you open the window?" She shuddered and moved closer to Chen Wenzhi.

He had just closed the window when he pulled Ying Qian to sit down at the desk, saying with concern, "You're cold and you're still coming over here. You're dressed so thinly; you'll get sick and feel terrible."

Over the past year, the person who has nagged her the most is Chen Wenzhi, who has been by her side at all times.

She nodded habitually, indicating that she understood.

Chen Wenzhi sighed, knowing she would definitely disobey again next time; he was at his wit's end.

Chen Wenzhi took her hand and said, "Why don't you come to lunch this afternoon?"

Ying Qian: "The one at Longhu Paradise Walk?"

"uh-huh."

She asked in confusion, "Isn't it just our class?"

"No," Chen Wenzhi explained, "Our class monitor suggested it. We heard you were here too, so we just merged the two groups. We all know each other pretty much."

"I see..."