Desk mate, your persona has crumbled.

night.

The steam from washing up still lingered in the bathroom.

Song Shuyan changed into a nightgown and walked out of the bathroom.

Xu Mo's voice suddenly flashed through my mind:

"Song Shuyan, you actually have a pretty smile."

The girl's lips curled up uncontrollably, a faint smile spreading across her face.

Song Shuyan sat on the bed, but instead of immediately crawling into the quilt, she curled up on her side and pressed her cheek against the cool pillow.

The hem of her nightgown slid up slightly with her movements, revealing a slender and shapely calf.

The calves have smooth lines, with a delicate and soft texture like porcelain.

The girl's arches were beautiful, and her skin was delicate and smooth like jade.

Her legs were naturally crossed, lightly touching the sheets beneath her, revealing her joyful mood.

This is what it feels like to play games with friends and receive praise from them.

Song Shuyan gently closed her eyes, feeling the joy spreading through her chest.

She also wanted to play games with Xu Mo.

However, Xu Mo said the game wouldn't be played until next Friday.

Another week to go...

Ugh... I wish I could go to Xu Mo's house tomorrow too.

Thinking of this, Song Shuyan's cheeks suddenly felt as hot as if they were on fire.

She suddenly buried her burning face deep into the soft blankets.

The girl curled up into a ball, unable to suppress the soft, shy sobs that escaped her lips.

"Waaah..."

Song Shuyan, what are you thinking about!

A moment later, the girl lifted her burning cheeks from under the covers and took a few deep breaths.

"Ugh... I can't think about it anymore."

The girl whispered to herself.

She sat up again and smoothed her slightly messy hair.

An agreement is an agreement; we can only play again next Friday.

patience!

Song Shuyan spent the weekend at home reading and doing her homework.

However, while reading, Song Shuyan would sometimes be reminded of the times they played games together by a passage in the book.

What will Xu Mo be doing?

The thought popped into my head without warning.

Walking the dog? Doing homework? Or playing games?

At such times, a sense of anticipation would rise in the girl's heart.

But Song Shuyan would quickly regain his composure, shake off those overly active thoughts, and refocus on the book or exercises in front of him.

During these two days, Xu Mo didn't chat with Song Shuyan much.

The conversation between the two was basically just simple greetings.

Monday arrived quietly amidst the girl's anticipation.

Song Shuyan woke up before the alarm clock rang.

I didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by a soft tapping sound.

She opened her eyes groggily; the room was dimmer than usual.

The tapping sound came from outside the window; it was the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane.

The girl threw back the covers and walked to the window.

Outside the window, a gray curtain of rain hung between heaven and earth.

The continuous drizzle soaked the entire neighborhood in a damp, misty atmosphere.

Shallow puddles gathered on the ground, reflecting the leaden-gray sky.

Song Shuyan pursed her lips, her delicate brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

It's not because of the rain that I'm annoyed.

"I can't walk to school with Xu Mo today."

Looking out the window at the continuous rain, Song Shuyan's eyes lost some of their usual coolness and gained a touch of the melancholy of a girl her age.

She stood there for a while before slowly turning around to go wash up.

But she was still wondering if Xu Mo was awake yet.

Will he feel a little disappointed when he sees the rain?

After washing up and changing her clothes, Song Shuyan picked up her phone from the bedside table.

The screen lit up, and an unread message from Xu Mo immediately caught the eye.

It's raining. Are we still walking together today? Or should your uncle take you?

The message was sent ten minutes ago.

Song Shuyan paused on the screen for a moment, the slight disappointment in her heart seemingly soothed by the message.

Song Shuyan quickly pushed open the door and walked out of the room, where she saw Song Jianghuai already dressed and waiting for her in the entryway.

"You're up? It's raining quite heavily. Dad will drive you to school."

Song Jianghuai looked up, saw his daughter, and said gently.

Song Shuyan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked:

"Dad, what about Xu Mo?"

Song Jianghuai was clearly stunned for a moment, his hand holding the car keys froze in mid-air.

He looked at his daughter.

There was no demand in Song Shuyan's eyes, only a simple inquiry and expectation.

Song Jianghuai was silent for two seconds, then seemed to have figured something out, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, right. Ask him if he wants to come along? I'll take you both to school. It's not easy to walk in this weather."

Song Shuyan's eyes lit up instantly.

"Um!"

The girl immediately lowered her head, her fingers flying across the phone screen, a faint smile unconsciously curving her lips.

Dad said he'd drive me there and asked if I wanted to come along.

The simple words convey a sense of lightness, and even the punctuation marks seem to exuberance.

The phone screen lit up immediately just seconds after the message was sent.

Xu Mo's reply popped up:

Okay! Please thank the uncle for me!

He said yes.

Song Shuyan looked up at her father, her eyebrows forming a gentle curve, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Song Jianghuai looked at his daughter and gave a soft hum, "Alright. Tell that kid to hurry up, we'll wait for him downstairs."

……

The car drove smoothly through the rain, the winding streaks of water on the windows blurring the street scene.

Xu Mo sat obediently in the back row by the window, his schoolbag resting on his lap, his back straight.

He kept his eyes down, afraid of disturbing his elderly father, who was scrutinizing him through the rearview mirror.

Song Shuyan, sitting upright beside him, had her hands folded on her knees, her gaze seemingly fixed on the flowing rain outside the window.

However, every now and then, her gaze would quietly turn to Xu Mo beside her.

The girl would observe carefully for a while.

Looking at Xu Mo's tense profile, and at his fingers gripping the strap of his backpack with nervousness.

Just as Song Shuyan was stealing another glance, Xu Mo seemed to sense something and turned his head away.

Their eyes met suddenly.

Xu Mo couldn't help but smile as he looked at Song Shuyan's curious expression.

Song Shuyan looked at Xu Mo's smiling face and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Song Jianghuai, who was in the driver's seat, happened to look up at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, the boy's smile was so bright it was almost dazzling.

Song Jianghuai tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and a soft cough escaped his throat.

The sound wasn't loud.

Upon hearing this, Xu Mo straightened his back the instant he heard it, his bright smile vanished, and he reverted to his usual obedient student demeanor.

Song Shuyan was somewhat bewildered by this sudden change. She blinked, her clear eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

The girl glanced at Xu Mo, who was sitting upright, and then looked at her father with a puzzled expression, seemingly not fully understanding the connection between the cough and Xu Mo's reaction.

A subtle silence returned to the car.

Before long, the familiar outline of the school gate gradually became clear through the misty rain.

The vehicle slowly came to a stop at the intersection opposite the school.