"You!"
Rope was a sharp-toothed little girl who had never lost an argument back in the slums. But after opening her mouth, she felt that her usual foul language was not suited for this occasion. So many people were watching her, and she...
In a sense, she represented the shrine's image.
Rope would never tell anyone about this. Deep in her heart, pride and inferiority intertwined in contradiction. She longed to represent the shrine, yet did not dare tell anyone.
Such were Rope's little thoughts.
It seemed that being in public kept her from fully letting loose.
Hoshino considerately headed toward a secluded spot. Sure enough, Rope stopped directing the children's evacuation and followed behind her step by step, until Hoshino stopped.
"What do you want to say?"
Hoshino turned around, a faint trace of puzzlement mixed into her indifferent tone.
"Lend them a hand!"
Rope's words caught in her throat. She did not truly want to help others; she only wanted to play the role of the person she wished to become.
The little girl's expression was extraordinarily rich.
Hoshino watched with great interest.
She still did not budge. To the other girl, Rope's feelings were worth nothing, which hit Rope hard. At the same time, her mood was suppressed, only to rebound with even greater force.
Hoshino was grabbed by both arms. Rope pinned her against the wall, baring her fangs in an aggressive stance.
For the first time, their eyes were so close.
Rope could even feel the icy chill in Bronya's eyes. The temperature seemed to drop, and she could not help shivering.
Where had she gotten the courage?
By the time everything settled, Rope had already pinned the other girl to the wall, and had not faced any real resistance. Looking into those ice-cold eyes,