Go With You. I’m Not Going

Yun Jian who sat on the grass had inevitably heard what Ding Yin said but she was puzzled. She did not offend anyone from what she remembered. Turning a deaf ear to Ding Yin's comment, letting it go in one ear and out the other, Yun Jian was unaffected.

"Sit down, kids, sit down!" Miss Lu raised her voice but the parents took it like passing wind—some had even held on to their children to stop them from sitting on the field.

Having to sit on the grass without proper stools was an action that would lower their status in the parents' view. Be it during that era or modern times, the concept of rich and poor remained apparent. Some people made friends not from friendship but from wealth. There were certainly people who were genuine in making friends but they were few and rare.

Ding Yin held a little girl in her hand who wore a doll dress. She was adorable and was vain like Ding Yin with her hair tied into braids.