"Childhood friend? Don't make it sound so serious. She was just the older girl next door," Chen Yuan said, acutely aware of Jiang Yao's mood. He knew how prone to jealousy she was. She'd grill him about a female upperclassman on Green Bubble, let alone a friend from the past. So he chose his words carefully to explain, "It's just that I didn't have many friends when I was little. We'd play badminton, or do our homework together in the study when no one was supervising."
Chen Yuan lifted the full bucket of water, which CLANGED and BANGED as he set it on the ground.
Some of the water splashed out.
"My parents and her parents were good friends, so we were just sort of a package deal," he added.
Jiang Yao listened in silence. It was a perfectly normal description, but to her...
...her mind automatically conjured up a scene:
...
Two adorable little kids were leaning over a desk, sharing the same stool, shoulder to shoulder, their heads touching.
