As soon as the weekend arrived and evening self-study was over, Zhou Jiao couldn't sit still. The moment the bell rang, she picked up her bag and hurried out, so anxious that Zhang Guoqing behind her couldn't even respond to others, closely following behind.
The snow on the dirt road, melted by the sun during the day, had turned into icy water. As more people walked on it, it gradually became a muddy, pitted path. A thin layer of ice became treacherous, and stepping on it carelessly could send you sprawling.
Zhou Jiao held tightly onto his hand, feeling a stinging chill underfoot, somewhat regretting not wearing her sheepskin boots. Dragged along by Zhang Guoqing, they finally hurried to the small train station.
"Precious girl, have your dad come pick you up, we could use the convenience."
"Daddy, I'm freezing. I'm cold, so cold." Yi Jiefang said coquettishly in a girlish tone.
Wan Dayong contemptuously kicked him, "Talking all girly, you're giving me goosebumps."
