"Jiayu, how have you been recently? I've been feeling guilty since we returned from Antarctica. I think of you all the time and I've considered looking for you, but I was worried you'd ignore me."
As Zhang Yuzhi spoke, she tried to hold Lin Jiayu's hand.
It was like a snake clinging to one's hand; evil and cold. Lin Jiayu immediately retracted her hand.
She did not use any strength; she simply pulled back.
But, Zhang Yuzhi suddenly leaned backwards as though Lin Jiayu had pushed her.
Li Nansheng, who was watching, immediately rushed over.
As he held onto Zhang Yuzhi anxiously, he asked, "Yuzhi, how are you? Are you hurt?"
Zhang Yuzhi's eyes were red as she looked at Li Nansheng and shook her head.
She then looked at Lin Jiayu and said, "Jiayu, we were once best friends. I really don't want to lose a friend like you. If hitting me and scolding me makes you feel better, I am willing to endure it. As long as you forgive me."
