Su Li watched with interest as Yu Xiaohua switched between different roles.
Then she asked, as if fulfilling a wish, "Are you feeling sad? Why?"
"Is it because you did poorly on the test and ended up at the bottom of the class? Or is it because you've got new acne on your face? Or perhaps your weight has increased?"
These were the usual concerns among girls of this age group.
Yu Xiaohua looked as if she had been struck by lightning, feeling like her heart had been stabbed by Su Li a few times more.
Each of the issues Su Li mentioned was a painful spot in Yu Xiaohua's heart.
She indeed hadn't done well on her exam.
Those math and science subjects were like astronomy to her; she didn't recognize them, though they recognized her.
Her face, already pockmarked, had sprouted several big, hard, painful, and red pimples that morning due to staying up late and hormonal imbalance.
The old ones hadn't healed, and two new ones had appeared; she now dared not look in the mirror.
