"What did Ya Ran's father say to you?" While Qian Sisi could guess what hurtful things Ya Ran's mother might have said to Qian Chen, she truly couldn't predict what Ya Ran's father, such a steady and apparently understanding person, might have said.
Qian Chen didn't answer but asked Qian Sisi, "Sis, am I really immature?"
Tenderly, Qian Sisi moved closer and touched Qian Chen's head, "Xiaochen, don't put so much pressure on yourself. You're only in senior year of high school, and you've already done everything you need to do! I know you feel guilty, but... it's not your fault!"
"Sis, why do I feel like I'm so immature?" Qian Chen seemed to be lost in his own world, not hearing Qian Sisi's words, "I used to think I was smart, that nothing could ever stump me! If I liked something, I embraced it; if I didn't, I rejected it! I always thought there was no one stronger than me in this world! I even disliked the transfer student and threw a basketball at him, making his nose bleed..."
