Liu Ying's bed became vacant, yet surprisingly, no one wanted to move into this spot.
Wang Miaomiao saw this and was quite happy with the peace. Having a large space all to herself felt great.
Soon it was Saturday, and after 2 PM, there were no more classes. Students who wanted to go home could leave, while those who didn't want to could engage in free activities.
As soon as class ended, Wang Miaomiao returned to the dormitory to drop off her backpack and then headed out of the school to No. 1 High School.
Luckily, she arrived in time; Wang Jia Bao hadn't left yet, so Wang Miaomiao asked him to bring her the mosquito net.
Wang Jia Bao felt a bit uneasy and asked again, "Sis, are you really not going back?" They had always gone to and from school together since they were little, and suddenly not doing so felt like something was missing.
"No, I'm staying here to finish drawing the picture book quickly." Wang Miaomiao understood his meaning and felt a rare sense of slight guilt.
