At times, Su Xiaowan and her friends would go to the library by themselves or in groups. Seeing them there had now become a familiar sight.
They were mainly there because they were beautiful. Of course, it also helped that they came very well-equipped.
At present, only Su Xiaowan and Shen Jiadan were there.
Shen Jiadan looked at Su Xiaowan, who seemed to be confused, and asked once again, "Xiao Wan, have you no worries? You always seem so relaxed, as if nothing can trouble you, as if you don't worry about anything."
In response to her words, Su Xiaowan smiled slightly, took a sip from her cup and said, "How can you not have worries? As long as you are alive, worries will always exist."
Shen Jiadan widened her eyes and exclaimed, "But Xiao Wan, I've never seen you worried. You always seem so calm and cheerful."
Smiling, Su Xiaowan shook her head and stated, "This doesn't mean that I don't have worries. It simply suggests that we have different ways of addressing them."