Wen Zhong's driver was already waiting at the intersection. Getting into the car, Wen Zhong looked back to see Xia Yi walking along the road towards the bus stop.
Just like when they were young, whenever his family's driver came to pick him up, no matter how much he invited her to come along, she would always say, "Thank you, but it's okay."
Back then, before his family moved, they lived in the same direction. Sometimes, when Xia Yi's mother had something to do and would be late picking her up, she would wait obediently, never wanting to trouble him. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know if it was because she was well-mannered or if she simply didn't consider him a friend.