Lu Yao grew increasingly flustered. She apologized incoherently, "Xiao Tong, I'm sorry. Is it because I like Bai Ye too that I made you angry? Don't be angry anymore. I'll never speak to Bai Ye again, okay..."
Faced with An Xiaotong's silence, Lu Yao's voice grew softer and softer, and the hand she had been holding dropped limply.
She could no longer deceive herself.
She screamed, cried, and pounded at her like a shrew, only to be pulled away by Yang Yuxin.
"Miss, let's go." He watched An Xiaotong warily, afraid she might suddenly make a move.
After venting, Lu Yao sank into a deathly calm. Her head hung low, shadows covering half her face, while faint tear tracks streaked across her pale chin.
She did not leave. Instead, she said hoarsely, "An Xiaotong, from this moment on, we are no longer friends."
As her words fell, Lu Yao slowly raised her hand, removed the Little Deer hair clip from her head, and hurled it viciously to the ground before turning and leaving.
An Xiaotong stood where she was, staring at the cartoon hair clip lying amid the charred ruins. Its comical, warped lines seemed somewhat cold, and the cracks from the impact gleamed beneath the sunlight. It could never again be pieced back into what it had once been.
Her eyes lowered, her long lashes casting a faint shadow beneath them. She said nothing, and her face bore no expression.
A moment later, she picked up the hair clip from the ground. Silently, she raised her head and gazed at the clouds overhead. The sunlight was glaring, yet she refused to lower her head, because only then could she keep her tears from falling.
"What?! You let Little Deer run away?" Bai Ye stared in astonishment at An