Getting Angry Won't Help Either

"Shiori."

Huanyue hummed a few notes airily, winding the silver hair draped over her chest around her fingertips.

Shiori parted her lips. Since they were standing so close, her fingers instinctively moved toward Huanyue's hand, wanting to hook around it, only to reflexively draw back. "Huanyue, I'm here."

She tried her best to lower her head, concealing the flickering emotions in her eyes.

Huanyue studied the slightly stiff, unnatural look on her face thoughtfully.

"Are you angry with me?"

"Of course not!"

Shiori's voice rose considerably, but after her rebuttal, she had nothing else to say. She merely stared at Huanyue with the eyes of a little hamster.

"So you are angry with me after all." Huanyue arched a brow, then took half a step back, trying to arrange a soft smile on her face.

"I'm not."

It was obviously such a pleasant morning, so why did Shiori feel as though the soles of her feet had been scalded, making even a single step difficult? Wasn't this like pouring an iced drink into boiling water?

"Is that so?" Huanyue narrowed her eyes slightly, her violet pupils reflecting Shiori's expression. "Then what exactly has made my dear Shiori's heart less sunny than before?"

Thinking about it carefully, she had indeed done quite a few reckless things lately.

Qian Huanyue could not help starting to dislike Qian Huanyue too(?)

"I just found it hard to accept. Hard to accept that moment when you didn't value yourself at all. I'm not as amazing as everyone else, as amazing as Huanyue. What if... what if I had failed back then?"

Her tone unconsciously rushed from slow to rapid, from steady to anxious, spilling from Shiori's mouth and exposing the colors in her heart.

There was a faintly aggrieved note in her voice.

Huanyue paused