He Xuerong glanced at Zhou Ruoruo, and Zhou Ruoruo was also looking at her, her eyes filled with gratitude—a situation that had never occurred before. Whenever Ruoruo saw her before, she was either seething or seething, with not much emotion involved. The two seldom played together, and even rarer were their good conversations. Although neighbors, they were no different from strangers. Even during college entrance exams, sitting at adjacent desks, they wouldn't speak. They then went to different universities.
Zhou Ruoruo was truly grateful to He Xuerong. She leaned very close to He Xuerong, almost clinging to her, holding on to her hand without letting go. Realizing she might be holding too tightly, she loosened her grip slightly, but she did not let go.
