The overwhelming unease in my feelings overshadowed the emotion of happiness.
Shen Jiayin and Guo Huidan could both tell that she wasn't as happy as everyone imagined, and they found it strange.
She tightened the buttons on her coat. Since she was pregnant, she couldn't act recklessly anymore; this child was very precious. Zhuang Ruyu said to them, "Could you help me call a car? I want to go back."
"I'll call it. I'm more familiar with this place than you." Guo Huidan, like a big sister, quickly offered, leaving Shen Jiayin to stay with Zhuang Ruyu while she went to find a car.
Shen Jiayin stayed with Zhuang Ruyu and walked to the front of the teaching building to wait for a taxi to arrive.
At night, it was dark and quiet, with only the sound of the cold wind blowing. Perhaps touched by the scene, Zhuang Ruyu spoke, sighing out a line of poetry: "Don't say it doesn't break your heart, rolling up the western curtains, thinner than yellow flowers."
