"We're friends, right? There's no need to fuss about it, and if you say that again, I'll get mad."
"Sorry."
I apologized reflexively.
A usually soft and gentle girl can put on so much pressure when she gets serious.
They spent another half-hour in the used parts district selecting accessories. Most products here had changed hands several times, and some that were missing arms or legs had to be sold separately. Qiluo chose a double-bladed axe and a cannon with a flashing effect for her new figurine, which actually made it look quite impressive.
"What did Gongsun Ce buy?"
The gray-haired young man cradled a plush toy about 60 centimeters tall with a pale yellow belly, a chubby shape, and a wide smiling mouth. In his left hand, he carried a hardcover book titled "The Man Who Died Seven Times."
"Those gifts seem to have quite the style difference," Qiluo commented.
"I think she'll like Totoro, but this book might not be her cup of tea."
