"Is that so?" Shi Nian had no choice but to blush and lower her head again, turning to look at Xiong Jie, who couldn't help but frown even in her sleep: "How should I put it, I really hated her, especially after she wrote that article. However she fought with me, I was never afraid of her; I just really disliked her using me to insinuate against others, causing others to be harmed because of me... But at this moment, she wasn't herself anymore; in my eyes, she became myself."
She lifted her eyes to look at him: "The former me."
She spoke, trying to smile: "...Back then, how I wished that in such desperation, there could be someone as gentle as my mother to accompany me, to take care of me."
Between the single and double sofas lay a carpet with a glorious pattern of peacock feathers, topped by a tea table about a meter square. The distance between him and her was thus just a step away, yet distinctly separated into two worlds by these clear lines.
