Angel is a little bad

Chapter 1317 The Price of Youth

The phone rang, and that strange phone number sent her a letter again: "Are you still outside now? It's so cold at night, you should go back to the dormitory to rest. Maybe a friend or classmate gave you a gift."

How could anyone remember her?She smiled wryly, a little touched by this person's thoughtfulness, but she was in a terrible mood now, and she had no energy to care about others, so she turned off her mobile phone and walked back hesitantly.

Why isn't this caring person Han Younan?Han Younan, you bastard!If it was three years ago when she was lawless, she would have killed him to death!It made him die on campus without a place to bury him!
Cursing at Han Younan gave her a little strength, she finally returned to the dormitory building, and climbed up to the fifth floor dying.At the door of the dormitory, she thought she must have hallucinations—there was an... insulated box at the door?

She opened the lunch box, and a scent and heat rushed towards her face, making her move her index finger.

There was a note next to it. It turned out that the alumni knew that she didn't go to the school's reunion dinner, so they specially packaged it and warmed it up.She was holding the full vacuum flask, her eyes were red, and tears fell down.

Then, she walked into the dormitory with the thermos bottle in her arms, closed the door, and started to gobble it up.

She couldn't imagine how cold her heart would be without a greeting and a bowl of hot rice in this cold and lonely late night.

While she was enjoying her new year's Eve dinner, downstairs, a boy stood quietly under a tree, staring at her window.She went back to the dormitory, and she seemed to have eaten too, so he finally felt a little relieved.On the night of New Year's Eve, seeing her alone waiting for someone else, so lonely, made him very sad. How could anyone be willing to let her be alone like this?
He only prayed that his text messages and the meals he quietly delivered would make her feel better tonight.

He looked at it quietly for a long time, until the lights in the dormitory went out, then he turned around and pushed his bicycle back.

Although he lived in school when he was in middle school, he has never tried not to go home during the Spring Festival.It's really sad not to go home during the Spring Festival, and there are no classmates and friends around me!Thinking that it wasn't the first time Huahuo spent the Spring Festival outside, he really felt sorry for her, even though she was such a strong girl.

(End of this chapter)