By five-thirty on a winter afternoon, the sky was already pitch-black.
The few streetlights cast Wen Leyu and Lu Jingyao's shadows long behind them.
The two had wandered the streets for a long time. Neither took the initiative to speak, as if they were competing to see who could practice the better breath-holding technique.
In the end, the younger Wen Leyu spoke first.
"You really shouldn't have come looking for Li Ye. Sending money to County Second High School already caused him a great deal of trouble.
"And now you've come to see her. Do you want that joke that shook the whole school to be passed down forever?"
"..."
Lu Jingyao abruptly stopped walking. Looking at Wen Leyu's calm, indifferent face, she felt the last dam in her heart slowly collapsing.
Ever since leaving the Second Grain Store, Lu Jingyao had been unable to calm herself.
Hu Man, Han Xia, and the others' hostility toward her left her both confused and deeply saddened.
They had once been classmates who studied and struggled together, encouraging one another to fight for freedom and change their fates. But after Lu Jingyao had successfully made it ashore, why could she not receive the congratulations she deserved?
But that was nothing. Strong as she was, Lu Jingyao could ignore Hu Man and the others' attitudes. After all, they no longer belonged to the same world, and there would be no intersection between them in the future.
But Wen Leyu was different. She was the "little sister" Lu Jingyao genuinely cared about!
Yet now, this little sister was uttering such cold and merciless questions in the freezing winter.
"Xiao Yu... I thought you would understand me. We are both people abandoned by fate... We must become strong and change our own destinies..."
Lu Jingyao sniffed