After starting middle school, Shen Mo grew noticeably taller, while An Yeran remained quite short.
But although she was short, it didn't stop her from beating up the school bullies till they were crying for their parents.
After each fight, she was somewhat hesitant to go home, so she usually went to Shen Mo's place first to take a shower and change clothes.
Shen Mo's home had her clothes. In the past, when her father came home late from drinking, she often went to Shen Mo's house in her pajamas.
Over time, she began treating the place like her own home.
"What happened to your face?" The young boy's somewhat icy voice startled the girl who'd snuck in.
Following a "pop" sound, the living room lights were switched on.
An Yeran felt guilty and slowly turned her head, staring directly into the young boy's dark deep eyes.
She was most scared when the boy remained quiet, just watching her. The quiet Xiaomo always exuded an unexplained intimidation.
