“You followed me,” he said, but it wasn’t an accusation. It was a question.
Shancai’s first instinct was to run. Self-preservation was her strongest skill. But her second instinct—the one that got her into all the trouble at school—was to stay. To witness. meteor garden -2001-
She didn’t mean to make a sound. But a piece of the rusted gate she’d been leaning on gave way with a screech. “You followed me,” he said, but it wasn’t
Shancai had crossed him. Deliberately.
“No,” she said. “This is my place.” “You followed me