The rain is still falling.

The sky outside is a bit gray, and it hasn't fully brightened yet.

Tang Wenzhen has already left during the night, it is said she left at three o'clock.

She is taking a flight to Munich.

---

When Jiang Shuyi got up, Wen Yao was already sitting in the living room reading.

She was wearing her school uniform, sitting in a corner of the sofa, her long black hair cascading down beside her ears.

Auntie had prepared breakfast and called the two of them over.

It seemed she had already become familiar with Wen Yao.

Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao sat at the dining table.

Wen Yao quietly chewed her food, looking very elegant.

Jiang Shuyi felt that Wen Yao's elegance made her seem more able to blend into the atmosphere of this home than herself.

This morning's breakfast consisted of sandwiches and potato salad, along with freshly squeezed cherry juice made by Auntie.

Jiang Shuyi leisurely swallowed a bite of the sandwich, the soft bread mixed with the crispness of the lettuce, the aroma of the ham and butter spreading in her mouth.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

". . ." Wen Yao's hand paused for a few seconds, "It's not bad."

"I woke up once in the middle of the night, and when I wanted to get some water, your mother made me a cup of hot cocoa." she continued.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao with some pity, "That must have been really sweet, right?"

"She just likes sweet things too much, that's why her eyesight aren't good."

Jiang Shuyi shook her head.

". . ." Wen Yao did not deny that the sugary drink had a sweetness that could destroy one's taste buds.

"Your mother is indeed a very nice person."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi stared at her for a few seconds and then laughed, "I'm glad you like her."

After quietly eating her potato salad, Wen Yao drank the cherry juice in one go.

The red juice left a vivid color on her light pink lips.

Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but pause for a few seconds while holding her sandwich.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Yao wiped the deep red juice stains from the corners of her mouth with a tissue.

". . .Nothing."

Jiang Shuyi came back to her senses and looked at Wen Yao, asking, "Is the cherry juice good?"

"Mm." Wen Yao answered quietly.

So, Jiang Shuyi placed her cup in front of Wen Yao and smiled, saying:

"If you like it, I'll give you mine too, drink more."

The cherry juice had a unique fruity aroma, the red pulp squeezed into a cup of juice that looked like a gem, giving a different feeling on a cold winter day.

"No, thank you."

Wen Yao shook her head while looking at the juice in front of her.

"Why not?"

"This cup is yours." Wen Yao said.

Jiang Shuyi felt indifferent, "I can ask Auntie to make me another cup."

"I don't think liking something means you have to eat more, I want to maintain my current figure."

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao's somewhat frail body.

"You're not fat."

"That's something I want to maintain." Wen Yao said lightly.

"I believe everything should be done in moderation, without moderation, one can never be satisfied."

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Because it was still raining, the two of them took a car to school.

When they arrived at school, there was still some time before the morning self-study, and there were not many people passing by the school gate.

The two of them got out of the car quietly.

No one could see that they had come from the same car.

"...Are you cold, Wen Yao?"

After getting out of the car, Jiang Shuyi reached out to adjust Wen Yao's scarf.

"I'm not cold." Wen Yao gently shook her head without resistance.

She looked at the raindrops continuously falling to the ground and the wet, yellowed fallen leaves, and after a long time, she called out Jiang Shuyi's name:

"Jiang Shuyi."

"Mm?"

"About what happened yesterday, please don't tell anyone else."

She pressed her lips together, her long eyelashes casting shadows.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi felt a bit unsure of where to look and nodded.

"Oh."

She leaned a little closer to Wen Yao, shielding her from the wind.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your family matters."

". . ." Wen Yao took a few more steps and adjusted her backpack.

"If possible, please don't tell anyone that I'm staying at your house..."

Jiang Shuyi looked at the puddle in front of her, and after a few seconds of silence, she blinked, "Oh... okay."

"Don't tell Zhou Jingtang and Song Jinxi either."

Wen Yao lowered her gaze, and after a few seconds, she looked into Jiang Shuyi's eyes, "I—"

It was rare for Wen Yao to struggle to find her words.

Jiang Shuyi reached out and patted Wen Yao's head.

"It's okay, I won't tell them. No one will know."

Jiang Shuyi smiled.

". . ." Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi and fell silent for a few seconds.

In the end, she lowered her eyes and said softly:

"Thank you."

---

In the evening, the warmth in Jiang Shuyi's room caused the windows to frost over.

Wen Yao picked up Jiang Shuyi's physics test paper, frowning as she pointed to the last fill-in-the-blank question with her finger.

"You were very distracted tonight, you even got this simple question wrong."

She was sitting next to Jiang Shuyi, wearing a black long-sleeve shirt and a long beige skirt that covered her ankles.

Jiang Shuyi had to admit that Wen Yao looked great in black.

Because Wen Yao's skin was very fair, wearing black made her presence feel stronger and added a touch of mysteriousness that was hard to decipher.

"Jiang Shuyi, stop looking around," Wen Yao lightly tapped the table with her red pen, "Focus on the questions."

Jiang Shuyi quickly shifted her gaze back to the physics paper.

"This question is the same as the fifth one in the practice book you did a couple of days ago, right?"

"Yeah..."

To be honest, Jiang Shuyi couldn't quite remember.

After all, she had to do six or seven papers every day, and the stuff from a couple of days ago was from more than ten papers ago, right?

Who could possibly remember all that?

". . ." Oh, but Wen Yao remembered, even if she hadn't done it.

"When you encounter such questions, I said before, just—"

Jiang Shuyi sighed inwardly, glancing at the clock, it was nearing midnight, and her biological clock was starting to ring.

"I want to sleep." Jiang Shuyi propped her chin up with her hand, her eyes half-closed.

"Wen Yao."

Living with Wen Yao was indeed a very unique experience.

The two of them now share a relationship where they even use the same bathroom.

They eat, go to school, and come home together.

In fact, the farthest distance between them is surprisingly during school hours.

But this distance made Jiang Shuyi's life extremely painful.

According to the schedule Wen Yao gave her, she had to get up at five o'clock every morning.

After getting up, she would first do math problems, then have breakfast, and after doing her homework in the evening, she would go straight to bed.

It can be said that there is hardly any fun in it.

She even felt that apart from when she was eating, her life was almost no different from that of a prisoner in jail.

Moreover, even prisoners have time to move around freely, while she does not.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi was holding back tears from yawning, "I really feel like I have no strength left."

"But you still have half the questions left to do." Wen Yao said.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her, expressing her tiredness in silence, ". . ."

Wen Yao quietly patted her head, "You can do it, Jiang Shuyi."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi looks into Wen Yao's eyes, feeling aggrieved but not able to lessen it.

She sniffed, increasingly feeling that being patted on the head was something meant for comforting children.

Did Wen Yao think that as long as she patted her head, she would obediently agree to her?

"Not enough." Jiang Shuyi said softly, lowering her eyes.

Perhaps what Wen Yao said about moderation a few days ago was right.

In the past couple of days, Wen Yao had patted her head too much, now she felt that just a head pat was somewhat insufficient.

Of course, head pats shouldn't be completely eliminated.

But she wanted to ask for more.

As a form of encouragement, she didn't want Wen Yao to just pat her head.

". . ."

Wen Yao quickly understood Jiang Shuyi's meaning, she crossed her arms and paused for a moment, looking a bit troubled.

"What do you want then?"

Jiang Shuyi lowered her head, "Christmas..."

The end of December was approaching, and before the end of the month was Christmas.

Christmas is a holiday made up of the contrasting colors green and red.

It is filled with classic images of Christmas trees, reindeer, and Santa Claus.

She couldn't bear the thought of being locked in the house doing problems on such a day.

Wen Yao looked at her, remaining silent.

Her gaze seemed to coldly urge Jiang Shuyi to continue, 'Oh, go on.'

Jiang Shuyi poked Wen Yao with her pen, "Will you go to the movies with me..."

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