JUNJIE
"I'd rather focus on getting a certain man-child's attention," I hear her voice say, biting with her usual sass. "Because that's the man with a heart as pure as a child's beating inside him."
I pause in the aisle, her words hitting me harder than they should. A strange warmth spreads through me. A heart pure as a child's? No one's ever said that before. The phrase is simple, but something about it leaves a dent, a warmth that feels too close.
I step closer, catching a glimpse of Yiren, arms crossed, standing her ground against a woman I recognize all too well—Fei Hong and someone I once thought I wanted. Funny how things change. Where my attention is now, however, isn't even a question.
