The next day.
Wen Jingya returned to school for classes.
She absolutely refused to mention her recent ordeal to her two roommates.
Especially the scars from her wrist-slitting, which she tightly covered with long sleeves.
At lunch, the trio went to the school's most expensive cafeteria, Cafeteria Six.
Cafeteria Six was specially provided for children from wealthy families, where one could order dishes, and the decor was relatively nice.
As usual, Tang Xueying was in charge of ordering, and Wen Jingya was the one who paid at the end.
"Yaya, how are you feeling? You've taken so many days off, what illness did you have?" Tang Xueying couldn't help but show concern.
Wen Jingya forced a slight smile, "A minor illness, it's all better now."
"That's good, we were really worried about you."
"By the way, what was the outcome with that forum issue?" Wen Jingya shifted her gaze towards Yu Qing.