I was entangled by Jiang Ruoxue.

This entanglement was truly strange.

She was clearly a girl, yet with a shameless, sexually harassing attitude, she forcefully entered my circle.

Didn’t she know I was also a girl?

No, I should say she was fortunate to be a girl. If a boy had made the same moves and said the same things, I might have already used “Seize Heart and Soul” to make her crash into a wall.

But I had no idea how to shake her off. Every time I appeared in this city, Jiang Ruoxue would stand before me.

As I said, Jiang Ruoxue’s first impression on me was extremely poor—she practically stepped on all my landmines.

I didn’t like talkative people, I didn’t like overly intimate people, and I especially didn’t like people who kept prying into my secrets.

So for a very long time I never initiated conversation with her. I thought my cold attitude would make her retreat in the face of difficulty, but she acted as if nothing had happened and continued following me.

She would occasionally start chatting with me, completely acting like she wasn’t an outsider. But I clearly gave no response—why couldn’t she sense it?

If our roles were reversed, I would definitely retreat in the face of difficulty and never speak to the other person again.

Unfortunately, she had a completely different personality from me.

What made me feel even more troubled was that she kept following me around—how was I supposed to continue completing the tasks Baiyang had assigned me?

“Wifey, did you deal with your leg hair before you came here?”

Jiang Ruoxue suddenly asked me, leaving me speechless once again.

“If I’d known, I should have dealt with my leg hair before being captured…” Jiang Ruoxue rolled up her pant leg, exposing her calf, and like sharing with a friend, pointed at the sparse leg hairs and said to me, “Look, they grow back every time I’m reborn… It’s really annoying… I was caught here before I could even use my newly bought depilatory cream. Why can’t this place record my state after shaving my leg hair? So frustrating…”

She raised her head, meeting my speechless gaze. After three seconds of silence, she asked: “What brand of depilatory cream do you use?”

I can’t take it anymore!

This person really has no sense of boundaries…!

I was just about to curse at her when a scene suddenly flashed through my mind.

I recalled how in the university dormitory, my other three roommates also frequently discussed similar issues together.

They acted as if they couldn’t see me at all—all their topics skipped over me.

Because I had to work part-time, I was often out. Even during times when I wasn’t working, I would spend all my time in the library.

Over time, the relationship between the other three girls became much better than their relationship with me.

Many topics that girls could discuss together—I simply couldn’t find anyone to talk to about them. So they counted as good friends… but I didn’t?

Because I couldn’t play games or make short videos with them, and I didn’t have money to travel with them… did that mean we weren’t good friends?

I kept comforting myself, telling myself I didn’t need to care about these topics at all—I just needed to focus on my own direction of effort… but I was still human after all.

If I completely didn’t care, why would I have tattooed “YNA”?

I also hoped to have a good friend with whom I could say anything.

“Depilatory cream… does it work well?” I asked quietly.

“Ha!” Seeing me speak, Jiang Ruoxue suddenly became interested. “If you don’t use depilatory cream, how do you usually handle your leg hair?”

“I… I use tweezers.”

“Plucking? That’s not impossible, but it hurts the skin and might cause inflammation.”

That was the first time in my memory that I formally conversed with Jiang Ruoxue. I never imagined that she and I would become familiar through the topic of “dealing with leg hair.”

No, I should say I never imagined I could become familiar with her at all.

Previously, I thought only people with similar personalities could become friends, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

Jiang Ruoxue and I had completely different personalities and ways of thinking, yet I wasn’t that repulsed by her.

Even though her first impression on me was very poor, her subsequent performance kept adding points. She could say things I didn’t dare say and do things I didn’t dare do—she had always been this kind of person. In the days that followed, there was no difference from that “first impression.”

Those days I spent very happily. For the first time I learned what “nothing we can’t discuss” meant—it meant you could tell her anything, including those things you never had any way to bring up with your parents.

She was like a long-overdue friend.

“Jiang Ruoxue… you’re clearly here to make friends with me, so why don’t you leave any sense of boundaries?”

One day I asked her curiously, “With the kind of first impression you give people, many would run away, right?”

“No, that’s wrong, wifey. The logical relationship is wrong.” Jiang Ruoxue shook her head. “It’s precisely because I knew we would definitely be good friends in the future that from the beginning I treated you the way I treat good friends.”

“There you go again…” I sighed. “Between the two of us, whose logical relationship is actually wrong? Which really comes first and which comes after?”

Thinking carefully, what she said was indeed true. From the very beginning, she seemed to have already treated me as a good friend, so the things she said and did were completely unlike how one treats a stranger.

“Your logical relationship is definitely wrong.” Jiang Ruoxue said. “Wifey, I’m ‘Causality’—how could my logical relationship be wrong?”

“Stop calling me wifey. My name is Yan Zhichun.” I very seriously introduced myself to Jiang Ruoxue. “Zhi as in ‘to know,’ chun as in ‘spring.'”

“Oh?” Jiang Ruoxue smiled and nodded. “One swallow heralds spring—that’s a good name.”

“What about you?” I said. “Isn’t your name good too?”

“Jiang Ruoxue—the first thing most people think of is ‘A lone boat with a straw-cloaked old man, fishing alone in the cold river snow,’ right?”

Jiang Ruoxue said to me with a bitter smile. “Doesn’t it sound like a fate of loneliness for life?”

“If you’ve studied more classical poetry, you wouldn’t think that way.” I shook my head. “Ma Zhiyuan’s ‘Shouyang Melody’ says: ‘As dusk approaches, snow dances wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating willow catkins. On the river in evening, a paintable scene—the fisherman returns in his straw cape.'”

“Oh…” After hearing this, Jiang Ruoxue nodded slightly, then reached out with a mischievous smile to touch my chest. “Didn’t expect you to be so learned…”

I quickly dodged to the side. Although she was already my friend, I really couldn’t grasp this overwhelming sense of intimacy.

That evening, I brought Jiang Ruoxue to the building where I was born. I felt that after these days of interaction, now was the time to tell her about what I was doing.

“Jiang Ruoxue, what I’m about to say may be somewhat dangerous. After you hear it, if you feel it’s inappropriate, you can leave at any time.”