Seeing Jiaojiao sit up, Yang Xiaona followed suit and sat up as well.
"Xiaona, we're friends now, so I can't hide it from you. Actually, my luck has been really bad recently. A master once said I wouldn't live to adulthood and would die young. So I'm particularly unlucky now; I get hurt every day. You see, on the first day we became friends, you got hurt. This proves it's true, and I might get even unluckier and drag you down with me. Knowing this, do you still want to be friends with me?"
Ruan Jiaojiao had let her hair down. Although it wasn't long, it was shiny and black with a lovely texture. Now hanging loose over her shoulders, it made her petite, delicate face even more charmingly fair, invoking sympathy.
Yang Xiaona's third sister was about the same age as Ruan Jiaojiao, and looking at her was like looking at her own sister.
Upon hearing Jiaojiao's words, instead of fear or worry, Yang Xiaona felt a bit of heartache.
