"Since it's going to be a long story, let's make a long story short." Tang Yuran clung tightly to her arm as she spoke.
"Uh... it's just... back in junior high, there was a period of time when I was a little bit... unrestrained..." Qin Yiyi stuttered a bit as she spoke to Tang Yuran: "Around the first or second year of junior high, my parents were quite busy with their work and didn't have time to look after me, so I hung out with Fatty Fish and his gang every day, and... smoked, fought, drank alcohol, and stuff..."
As Qin Yiyi spoke, her voice got smaller and smaller.
Tang Yuran's eyes widened as she looked at her.
The Qin Yiyi in front of her was looking down, her fair little face flushing with redness, her eyes slightly downcast as she looked at the pebbles on the ground, her hands tightly wringing the hem of her clothes.
