Chapter 88
She also remembered the last time she went out to eat with Maisie and the others. They ordered so much food, but the bill was barely over 200 butte
Zinnia thought everything in Jinston was way cheaper than back in her small town.
Thanks to the money she earned from selling ginseng, as long as she avoided buying the extravagant dresses Betty flaunted, she had enough to live comfortably for ages without worrying about food or drink.
‘Milk tea is non–negotiable. My brain’s been working overtime–I deserve this!‘ Zinnia thought, convincing herself as she prepared to stand up.
Just as she was about to move, a warm touch brushed against her arm. She turned her head and met a pair of delicate, serene eyes.
The owner of those eyes wore a simple white cotton T–shirt. Her pale, almost translucent skin revealed faint blue veins, and her slender wrist held a cup of milk tea.
“Store–bought milk tea isn’t great. Try this instead,” Evelyn said softly, her voice calm yet tinged with a gentle warmth, like a quiet stream flowing ong the riverbank.
“Lydia! You made this for me? You’re amazing!” Zinnia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she quickly took the cup with both hands. She popped into the straw, took a sip, and practically melted. “This is incredible!”
Lydia’s skills were top–notch–the milk tea she made was absolutely delicious.
Hearing Zinnia’s praise, Lydia’s eyes, partially hidden behind her bangs, curved slightly in a subtle smile.
“I’ll teach you,” Lydia said, her voice clear and soft.
Even though teaching Zinnia a single problem often required dozens of explanations–since Zinnia lacked basic knowledge and understanding of many concepts–Lydia never seemed to mind.
“Sure!” With the allure of milk tea, Zinnia found herself less resistant to homework. Although she still struggled to fully grasp Lydia’s explanations, she
managed to follow the steps and write out the answers.
Even if she didn’t understand everything afterward, at least she could get through the assignments for now. Writing her own answers felt better than copying someone else’s.
After several days of working together, Zinnia had started to absorb a tiny bit of Lydia’s explanations during their study sessions.
Lydia scooted her chair closer to Zinnia’s desk, while Zinnia sipped her milk tea, listening to Lydia’s gentle voice as she read out the problems.
Zinnia couldn’t help but feel grateful–Lydia was more than just a desk mate; she was like a quiet guardian angel. Not only did Evelyn make her milk tea and share delicious cookies, but she also patiently helped her with her studies.
Lydia’s patience and kindness reminded Zinnia of her master–both had a way of making her feel cared for, like she mattered.
After a full day at school, Zinnia packed up her bag, ready to head home.
“Zinnia, let’s head home together,” Maisie said as she finished packing her bag, giving her usual cheerful invitation.
“Maisie, I’m not going back to the Lynn residence anymore,” Zinnia replied casually.
“You’re not going back to the Lynn residence? What happened? Are you okay? If you don’t have a place, just come to my house!” Betty’s voice was filled with worry.
Maisie thought there was something serious happening to Zinnia.
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Hearing the conversation, Lydia, who was still tidying up her books, and the boys in the front row, Ethan and Brain, turned their heads thank showed concern. “Zinnia, is everything alright?”
“I told Jackson I wanted to move out. It’s my senior year, and studying is my top priority. The Lynn residence’s place is a bit far from school, so i decide to live closer. I live in Cloud Harbor now.” Zinnia explained, meeting their worried gates.
“Cloud Harbor? No way!” Ethan blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief.
“My dad’s been trying to get a place there forever but couldn’t even qualify,” he muttered, still in shock. That neighborhood only had five households so fat, and Zinnia was living there too.
Looks like Jackson really spoils Zinnia. Everyone felt relieved–it was clear there hadn’t been any drama like what happened with the Shaw family.
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