At the school gate, inside the car, Fu Cai anxiously looked out the window, where many people still hadn't dispersed, standing around and pointing in this direction.
Her hands were ice-cold, and her delicate lips were tightly pressed together.
Zhao Baoyan was indifferent to all this. "Once the bell rings for class, they'll head inside."
"But their gossip won't fade away."
"If you're afraid you can't handle it, I can take you somewhere else to stroll."
Without even thinking, Fu Cai refused. If her brother and mother found out, they would be worried sick. She couldn't allow them to worry that much.
"No, thank you."
Suddenly, Zhao Baoyan remarked, "Your brother definitely loves you very much."
Fu Cai turned her head, her face radiating a bit of pride. "Of course. How did you know?"
"Because you're obedient." That last word was spoken especially softly, lingering and curling around the tongue.
Obedient.
Soft enough to melt on the tongue.