Ma Jiaojiao is six or seven centimeters taller than him.
Anyone who has ever held an umbrella for someone else knows that it's quite uncomfortable for a shorter person to hold an umbrella for a taller person.
Fortunately, the boys' and girls' dorms aren't far apart, so it's a quick trip.
We've already traveled half the distance.
Zhao Xun heard a slight sound beside him.
He glanced at it from the side.
The girl's shoulders trembled as if she were forcefully sniffling.
Ma Jiaojiao noticed Zhao Xun's gaze.
She turned around as well, and their eyes met.
Zhao Xun hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking:
"...What?"
The two words were spoken with a hint of impatience.
The words had barely left his mouth.
Zhao Xun saw large tears welling up in Ma Jiaojiao's reddened eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
Zhao Sun: ...
Did you cry?
He quickly looked away, pretending not to see it.
But Ma Jiaojiao's sniffling became increasingly obvious, then turned into a sob, followed by a cry:
"Waaaaaahhhhhh... Waaaaaahhhhhh... Ugh... Ahhhhhhh...!!"
She initially seemed to be trying to keep her voice down.
But then it turned into a low wail.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... Waaaaaah... Ahhhhhh..."
Ma Jiaojiao walked along, tears streaming down her face.
It's raining outside the umbrella.
It was raining inside Zhao Xun's umbrella.
The umbrella owner's initial impatience turned into helplessness as the girl wailed.
He didn't want to offer comfort, nor did he know how.
Zhao Xun thought to himself, "I'll just stuff her into the girls' dormitory later."
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Senior, senior..."
But just then, Ma Jiaojiao burst into tears and said, "I know... I know everything... You're right... Everything you said about me is right, but... but... I... I don't know what to do, senior... I feel so bad, senior... What should I do... Help... help me..."
She pleaded for help in a near-desperate manner.
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