Before the lights went out for the night, Lucy Taylor laid in her bed and suddenly opened her eyes, saying, "Hannah Winter, Tiffany Lynch won't let it go just like that. You took her center stage position, she won't..."
"The center stage is mine." Hannah corrected.
Lucy, managing a helpless response, "Alright, let's say it's yours."
Hannah emphasized, "It was always mine."
Lucy, silent for a few seconds, exhibited irritation, "Anyway, just beware of Tiffany Lynch."
After she spoke, there was no reply from the other side for a long time.
Lucy couldn't help but turn her head to look at her.
She met a pair of sparkling black eyes, filled with evident mirth.
Under the night sky, the girl's voice was a little soft, "You care about me, don't you?"
Lucy halted for a moment, averted her gaze, and pulled over the blanket, "You're nuts."
After a long while, a voice from the other side finally said, "Understood."
Lucy suppressed the upward curl of her lips.
