Seven years?
Mia Ginger, did she really debut at thirteen writing stories?
Earlier than her.
Knowing everything clearly, she silently watched her, as if seeing a joke, watching her be all pleased with herself, jumping all over.
Annoying, simply infuriating!
Zuri Ginger was almost burning up, grinding her teeth, her fists clenched making cracking sounds.
Her whole body ached from the fury.
She had never felt like this before.
Such overwhelming humiliation weighed down on her, suffocating her,
She was completely unprepared.
Just like that, in the field she was most proud of, in front of her, she was defeated.
Zuri Ginger took a breath, almost panting.
The corners of her lips pulled into a smile more bitter than crying, and she sat back down.
The crescent moon looked at her, inexplicably, felt relieved.
Mia Ginger also smiled, sitting back down.
The readers at the front stirred again.
Even—
Zuri Ginger's readers also started to stir.
