High school freshman year was dull, except for the study sessions being more intense than those in junior high, almost nothing else changed.
At home, Li Qingran was still extremely cautious. Her brother ignored her, and she would try to minimize her presence.
The feeling of guilt would erupt during the night; her pillow was often wet, and she hardly ever felt alright.
This state persisted until the second half of freshmen year, when Li Qingran caught a severe cold, so severe that even the carefree Ruan Ruan noticed her poor condition.
"Qingran," Ruan Ruan frowned slightly and asked her, "Are you feeling unwell lately? You look terrible."
Li Qingran subconsciously shook her head: "Not at all."
No sooner had she spoken than a fit of violent coughing ensued.
Ruan Ruan's frown deepened: "You're still saying nothing's wrong?"
