Lin Xiaolu had not listened closely to the conversation between Hong Siyu and Lin Yun.
Because, in that instant, her mind had gone completely blank.
Only fragments like "junior" and "get along well" reached her ears from their conversation, but they failed to stir any reaction from her.
She could not remember at all what she had been doing then. It seemed she had merely stood there in a daze, only darting into the elevator as if fleeing after she saw Hong Siyu leave, then rushing home.
The fact that her father knew Larkspur's liaison had hit her far too hard, leaving her unable to figure out what she ought to be worrying about first.
Did he already know she was a Magical Girl? If her father already knew she was a Magical Girl, then had all her deception over the past few days been nothing but a joke?
Had that woman named Hong Siyu really come to visit her home solely because of Larkspur's request? Since her father knew Hong Siyu, what exactly was their relationship?
There was even a question she least wanted to consider: did Larkspur perhaps know her father as well?
All those possibilities left her thoughts in a tangled mess whenever she considered them.
She had actually always harbored a faint doubt: had Larkspur been a little too gentle and caring toward her?
Previously, she had never seriously considered it and had even deliberately ignored the question. Deep down, she hoped Larkspur's concern came simply from thinking highly of her and liking her.
Larkspur was the perfect Magical Girl in her heart, like a fictional character who had stepped out of an anime, fulfilling all her beautiful expectations of Magical Girls. She sincerely admired and revered Larkspur, so she hoped that she, too, was special