"Nothing." Yan Huan took another sip of water. "Oh, by the way," she said casually, "I overheard someone bad-mouthing you just now."
"Who's been talking behind my back?" Yi Ling opened a bottle of water for herself and began to drink from it.
"I heard…" Yan Huan said slowly, taking her time to enunciate every word. "I heard that man call you flat-chested and a disgrace to women. He said you must have been a man in your previous life, and that you'd look like an ugly man in drag if you put on a skirt."
Bam! Yi Ling had smashed her water bottle against the floor. "Which sob said that? Tell me! So what if I'm flat-chested, how's that any of his business? My gender is none of his business. What, does he have nothing better to do? Is he looking for a beating? Is that it?"
"I heard someone call him Ding Ming, that must be his name," Yan Huan said impassively. She reached out and patted Yi Ling on the shoulder.
