It was an unusually quiet afternoon at the school, the kind where the usual hustle and bustle seemed to slow down just enough to let you catch your breath. You sat outside, reading a book while enjoying the warm sunlight, but soon, your peace was interrupted by a familiar, high-pitched voice.

You looked up to see Yaoyao running toward you, her small frame full of energy as usual. She wore a bright, cheerful grin as she approached, clutching something in her hands.

“I brought you something!” she said excitedly, handing you a small basket. Inside, you could see a variety of fresh fruits, some cookies, and even a small bouquet of flowers.

The two of you sat side by side, munching on cookies and chatting about your day. Yaoyao was full of stories—her latest school adventure, something funny that had happened during class, and her excitement for the upcoming festival.