The little girl with the ponytail was flustered and bewildered.
Huh?
What?
Several girls glared at the little girl with the ponytail, somewhat angrily, and whispered, "Call her."
Huh?
Although she still had no idea what was going on, the little girl with the ponytail stepped forward and called out to the little girl with the mushroom haircut.
But the little girl with the mushroom haircut seemed lost in thought and did not hear her.
She frowned slightly.
She raised her voice and called out several more times.
The little girl with the mushroom haircut finally reacted.
The little girl with the mushroom haircut looked as though she had been startled by her,
but the little girl with the ponytail was the one who had been frightened by the little girl with the mushroom haircut.
Early that morning, because of the little girl with the mushroom haircut, the little girl with the ponytail had nearly thought she was about to be bullied.
She had been terrified.
Even now, she still felt shaken.
The little girl with the ponytail suddenly realized...
She was somewhat resentful of the little girl with the mushroom haircut.
She blamed the little girl with the mushroom haircut for dragging her into it and frightening her terribly.
And she also resented...
The little girl with the ponytail thought of Wang Zhe's words.
That was right.
She and the little girl with the mushroom haircut were such good friends.
Then why had she still had to hear about the little girl with the mushroom haircut's problems from someone else?
Why had the little girl with the mushroom haircut not told her?
Weren't they supposed to be the best of friends, who talked about everything and kept no secrets from each other?
The little girl