The hot spring in the snow was gurgling. Since it was unlikely that there would be fish in the slightly hot water, it was the air hole that was vomiting bubbles. Thinking of the Headmaster, Ning Que did not expect that his teacher even remembered such details. And thinking about his alertness and uneasiness before, he felt all the more at unease and kept silent for a long time.
Sangsang felt his emotional changes, holding his arm and leaning on his shoulder like before. She said nothing but wanted to let Ning Que feel her existence when he was sad.
After getting a haircut, her hair was not as yellow and frail as before, but became darker. And it even added some beauty to her now that it was wet and stuck to her cheeks.