In Han Muxue's room, the girl leaned on the bed, flipping through a novel while softly humming a song.
It wasn't any popular music, more like a melody she made up herself, sung spontaneously.
But what was originally a light-hearted melody now sounded somewhat deep and powerless, not at all cheerful.
"Xuexue!" Xia Qingrou burst through the door, hugging a pillow.
"Why are you here?" Han Muxue glanced at her, then quickly lowered her eyelids.
Xia Qingrou tossed the pillow onto the bed and climbed onto Han Muxue's bed with practiced ease, then squeezed her way in.
"What are you doing, it's so annoying..."
Han Muxue complained, but still shifted inside to make room for Xia Qingrou.
"Hehehe, what novel are you reading? Is it a Magic Girl story?" Xia Qingrou craned her neck to see.
"I don't just read Magic Girl stories every day, you're really annoying!"
Han Muxue looked clearly annoyed.
