"This time at the Haunted House, really a lot, a lot of things happened..."
Zhu Qingyue's voice was gentle and soft, quietly echoing in the dimly lit room.
"So much so that I couldn't react in time, and my mood was constantly fluctuating. The only clear thing is that the differences and problems we faced were becoming more numerous, and in the end, we couldn't solve any of them. How could one not feel lost?"
Indeed, that was true.
Xu Xiangyang felt the same way.
It started when they entered the house; he sensed something was off with Qing Yue, so he began to wonder if the girl's confession had made her nervous, only to be bluntly denied by the class president;
Afterward, Qing Yue exhibited a strong desire to control—actually, concerning this point, he had sensed it before. The class president's gentleness was only superficial; she was fundamentally very self-centered.
...But he never imagined the girl would be so overt about it in front of him.
