Why, out of so many things she could have thought of, did she end up thinking about this?
"It's alright." There are some things, it turns out, that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't conceal.
Silence fell between the two of them. Perhaps the atmosphere was too awkward, so Ye Ranran probed cautiously, "Are you... angry?"
"I'm not angry. You and he are already a thing of the past. These days, who hasn't had a first love?" There's no reason for him to dwell on it.
But hearing him say this, it was Ye Ranran who found herself feeling frustrated. She pulled at her hair. "I didn't mean to think of him."
Even she didn't understand why her thoughts wandered to him. Did she still pine for him?
My god, no, certainly not! Could it be that she had been two-timing in the past?
Ye Ranran was shaken by her own thoughts.
"Um, was I awful before? Was I terrible to you? Or maybe just completely despicable?" A fickle, faithless woman—there's no way that could be good, right?
