Ming Ge cocked her head, feigning ignorance, "Which two words?"
Jiang Xing'er: "..."
Her only response was the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut with a bang.
Quite a loud slam.
It seemed like a venting of dissatisfaction, yet it also seemed like it was covering up some emotion.
Ming Ge slowly drew her gaze back, curved her lips into a smile, and delicately combed through her hair ends with a small comb in front of the mirror.
In fact, the three of them had started off with a good relationship, from being trainees to debuting as Sweetheart, spending all their time together in training, eating and sleeping, and forging a revolutionary friendship amidst sweat, tears, and the applause and flowers.
In a pop group, members' talents always varied; Jiang Xing'er was the lead singer, Yu Ruoxun was the main dancer, and she was responsible for the visuals.
There was no helping it, she was beautiful after all.
It was inevitable.
