The decision was supposed to be finalized next week.
Jiang Xiu blinked, her brows knitting together in thought. "Oh right," she muttered, "I completely forgot about that. The deadline's coming up, isn't it?"
Yan Meixiu grinned mischievously. "Forgot? Or avoided it on purpose?"
Jiang Xiu showed a small smile, her hands pausing mid-fold. "Maybe a bit of both. After the tryouts for the college department's pageant representative, I threw myself into target shooting to get it off my mind."
She didn't add the real reason—it was also because of what happened that day.
Meng Yi's mocking words still echoed in her ears, ridiculing her for daring to believe she might have a chance.
Yan Meixiu tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Now that you mention it, you've been pretty quiet about it. You were so excited when you first came back from the tryouts. What changed?"
