"First of all, what is our identity?" Aizahár first threw a question at Bianka.
Bianka turned her head back to the front, tilted her head slightly, and thought for a while before answering, "Are we... people who sell handmade paper flowers?"
"Wrong!" Aizahár shouted again, then pointed to the clothes on her body, which were full of patches. "We are two poor and pitiful girls who are forced to make a living, but have no choice but to sell paper flowers!"
Bianka's eyes widened slightly.
"But I..."
"Aigh, aigh, aigh..." Aizahár quickly raised her hand to interrupt Bianka's straightforward rebuttal. "I know~ Young lady~"
Bianka's eyes widened even more. This time, she really wanted to make a straightforward rebuttal.
She really wasn't some young lady!
"Even if we're not, we can be," Aizahár took two steps back and showed her whole body to Bianka. The clothes she was wearing, because of the many patches, looked like a patchwork robe. Coupled with the girl's appearance, she looked like a poor girl no matter how you looked at it.
Of course, if you could ignore her current outward state.
"Isn't this just lying!" Bianka said with a look of horror. Aizahár's spinning motion stopped, and she turned around and gave Bianka a fierce glare.
Was this young lady a little too straightforward?
"How can you say this is lying? Is there anything different between me and what I said?" Aizahár asked, her hands on her hips in annoyance. Then she looked at the top-quality clothes Bianka was wearing, which were obviously made by a master, and fell silent again.
That was the best fabric with the best craftsmanship. Except for the lack of shiny Christmas tree ornaments, this dress was probably worth several of her.
"Miscalculated!" Aizahár slapped her forehead in annoyance. Such gorgeous and well-fitting clothes were practically writing "I am a young lady" on her face. It was really hard for others to believe that Bianka's persona was what Aizahár had just described.
Bianka didn't understand Aizahár's worries, but she could see that she might have messed something up.
"Come, let me take you to change your clothes first!" After thinking for a moment, Aizahár gave up the idea of adding two holes or sprinkling a handful of dust on the dress. She was afraid that her life was not worth more than the cleaning fee for this dress.
Bianka was dragged into an empty alley by Aizahár in a daze. When she came out, the clothes on her body had been changed into the same tattered clothes as Aizahár's.
It wasn't until she was standing by the street again that Bianka suddenly realized what she had just done.
"It still feels like something is missing..." Aizahár looked at Bianka, who was at a loss, as if she was trying to retrain her limbs. She frowned and thought for a long time before she suddenly realized.
Too clean! Too beautiful!
Changing into a new set of clothes didn't ruin much of Bianka's outward appearance! She certainly didn't look as good as she did just now, but she still had a delicacy that didn't belong to people like them.
Her smooth, long golden hair, and the slightly curled strand of hair were not untidy, but more like a representation of her personality. Those sparkling azure eyes were still so pure, and her baby-fat face still had a kind of amazing grandeur...
Aizahár slapped her forehead, feeling a sense of grievance in her heart.
Sometimes, people really couldn't be compared...
So, a wicked idea came to her. Aizahár looked around and quickly found her target.
"Aizahár... I..." Bianka looked at the rough stitches on her clothes. The threads connecting several pieces of cloth were loose, and there were even gaps. Bianka could clearly feel where the clothes were leaking air.
With clothes of this quality, Bianka was really afraid that she would tear them if she used too much force!
If she tore them, how would she compensate? She didn't have any money at all... The novel said that if you ate a free meal and didn't pay, you had to help the shopkeeper wash the dishes. Could she help Aizahár wash the dishes to repay her debt?
Bianka's thoughts were in a mess. When she turned around, she saw Aizahár squatting on the roadside, rubbing her hands as she got up.
A new storm had appeared. Bianka stopped her chaotic thoughts and looked at Aizahár, who was suddenly playing with mud for some reason, with a look of confusion.
No, that wasn't mud. Aizahár seemed to have just rubbed her hands on the road...
Ah, she was getting up. She was walking towards her again. Her smile was so strange... Why was she reaching out her hand?
Bianka's thoughts ended with Aizahár's dusty palm, because Aizahár's hand had already gently patted Bianka's face.
Bianka's brain froze for a moment, and Aizahár's brain also froze for a moment.
So soft... Aizahár's mischievousness disappeared, leaving only the feedback of the touch of Bianka's face.
The next moment, Aizahár only felt a flash in front of her eyes. The soft, bouncy feeling in her hand was gone, and with it, Aizahár's heart felt empty.
Wait, what a big reaction! Was she angry?!
After all, she was only a ten-year-old child. It was common for her to make such mistakes without considering the consequences. Aizahár got up in a hurry and looked at Bianka, who was vigorously rubbing her face.
The force was so great that her own face was distorted.
"Um..." Aizahár wanted to say something in a panic to make up for it, but the moment she saw Bianka turn around, a ruthless chuckle escaped her lips.
"Pfft!"
The dust was evenly spread on Bianka's entire face. The delicate feeling was gone, leaving only a dusty little refugee standing there in a daze.
Aizahár's laughter lit a fuse in Bianka's heart. She took a deep breath, and her baby-fat face puffed up. The next moment, Aizahár saw Bianka bend down and slam her hands on the ground.
A small cloud of dust rose from where Bianka had slapped. Aizahár was instantly silent.
Oh no!
Bianka propped herself up with her hands and slowly raised her head, a hint of fighting spirit in her azure eyes.
Since you've already issued the challenge... she—Bianka—also has a bottom line!
"Wait! I'm sor—" Aizahár exclaimed and turned to run, but how could she outrun Bianka? Before she could even say the life-saving apology, she was caught by Bianka from behind.
"Ugh—!" Aizahár's always-clean face was also dirty, becoming as dusty as Bianka's. She could even rub off a little dust with her hand.
When she turned around, Bianka had already retreated a few steps, whistling with her hands behind her back as if nothing had happened, but her eyes couldn't help but glance in this direction.
"Pfft!" She couldn't hold it in either.