Chapter 1949 — Why? After All, Wei Zhao Was a Man Who Yielded to Gentleness, Not Force — and Seeing Han Jingyi Crying on the Ground, He Could Not Quite Bear It
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"I don't know," Wei Zhao said. He was telling the truth — how would Wei Zhao know what month he was born? Did orphans ever know?
"Ah... how is that possible? You're lying," Han Jingyi said.
"I'm not lying. I'm an orphan," Wei Zhao said, humoring her for fear she would cry again.
"Ah!" Han Jingyi was taken aback; she had not expected such an answer, and fell silent for a moment. At length she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know... Well, you look older than me, so I'll just call you Brother Wei Zhao!"
"It's nothing. I'm used to it," Wei Zhao said mildly. "We're classmates. If you call me brother, what will people think when they see it?"
"Why should we care what other people think?" Han Jingyi asked, puzzled.
"Why?" Wei Zhao was stumped; he did not know how to answer her.
"Yes, why?" Han Jingyi asked.
"Never mind. Suit yourself," Wei Zhao said, shaking his head. This Han Jingyi's intelligence seemed a little deficient — surely that fall just now hadn't knocked her silly?
"That... you can't learn it," Wei Zhao said with a bitter smile.
"Why can't I learn it?" Han Jingyi blinked curiously.
"Because..." Wei Zhao did not even know what to say. "Why do you have so many whys? Why don't you go read One Hundred Thousand Whys?"
"What's One Hundred Thousand Whys?" Han Jingyi asked curiously.
"You've defeated me," Wei Zhao said, speechless. "How did you ever live this long?"
"I live with my little brother!" Han Jingyi said, perfectly serious.
"..." Wei Zhao pointed at the classroom ahead. "We're here. This is it — this is the medical department."
"Thanks! Can I walk to and from school with you every day from now on, Brother Wei Zhao?" Han Jingyi asked happily.
"We'll see," Wei Zhao said. Right now he wanted to shake off this little Miss One Hundred Thousand Whys. Why did she talk so much? How had he failed to notice before? If he had known she would be this much trouble, he would have refused her outright when she asked to share his car that morning.
Wei Zhao entered the classroom and, sure enough, found the seating just as before: Wang Xinyan was still in her old seat. He walked over and sat down beside her.
Han Jingyi, meanwhile, followed Wei Zhao to his side — but her appearance drew sidelong glances from the class. Wang Xinyan was a The Blossom Guardian too, yet she had been spoken for the moment she arrived, so the boys had simply given up any ideas.