Lu Jingzhi rolled up her sleeves, flicking off the water droplets from her wrists, with two round pebbles clutched and twirling in her palm. Her movements were unhurried and seemed somewhat nonchalant. "Don't be afraid, I am here."
It's just a fight, after all.
Who could Lu Jingzhi possibly be afraid of?!
There was a moment when Jiang Wunian was torn between laughter and tears.
What she feared was not what Xiaomiao had in mind.
Those few lads in the vicinity were already eyeing Lu Jingzhi, approaching her aggressively. "Was it you who threw those stones?!"
"Yes, and what of it?"
Prior to her reply, Jiang Wunian thought she had heard a phrase.
"Meet force with force, use softness to overcome hardness."
Did Xiaomiao say that?
Did she know that what she was worried about was the inevitable exposure of her disguise as a boy?
Among the gibberish chatter of the boys, Jiang Wunian thought she might be hallucinating.
