Before Zhou Chengchen could finish speaking, she saw that Xi Siyan had already packed up his books and stood up.
There were only the two of them left in the classroom now, and Zhou Chengchen hurriedly chased after him.
The two of them walked side by side along the long, narrow corridor of the campus, then went down the stairs. The thick, feathery snow was still falling outside.
Zhou Chengchen was wearing a very thick down jacket today, but it didn't have a hood. A gust of cold wind blew up from below and she instinctively shrank her neck.
The chill on her head and the warmth on her body formed an instant contrast. Her high fever had only just gone down; although she hadn't felt uncomfortable anywhere because she'd been in such a good mood, being blown by the wind like this, she still felt a little unwell.
All of a sudden, someone put a hood over her head. Zhou Chengchen looked up and saw that at some point Xi Siyan had taken the hood off his own down jacket and put it on her.
