Second day, dormitory.
The heavy atmosphere made Yu Qingjia feel an urge to escape.
"Yiran, if you're not comfortable, I don't have to go."
"Why would I be uncomfortable? This is a hard-earned gig."
"It's just a homemade variety show, giving it up is no big deal."
"It's not easy to come by opportunities like this, especially now when resources are so scarce."
Wang Yiran held the hand of the former with a smile, her gaze filled with understanding and reassurance.
Yu Qingjia grabbed her hand excitedly: "Yiran, it's great that you understand me. I just don't want you to overthink."
"I won't. Let's grab some food later! I want to eat the steamed dumplings downstairs."
"Alright! Then we can practice dancing when we get back."
Yu Qingjia happily went to freshen up, while Wang Yiran smiled faintly.
As she stared at the other's back, Wang Yiran's smile slowly vanished, replaced by gloom. Her jet-black eyes resembled a vengeful black cat.
