On the way from the school gate to the classroom, Hui Jinhong kept asking all sorts of questions, eager to know the specifics.
Lu Zhu, however, was not accustomed to discussing these matters with others and frowned tightly, too lazy to utter a word.
To Hui Jinhong, that expression looked like forbearance.
"Don't worry, Lu," she said warmly, "Black can't be turned into white, and in this new society, you will definitely get justice."
The assertive words reminded Yue Qingqing of the model plays she had listened to on the radio as a child.
There was no denying that Hui Jinhong was an enthusiastic comrade—no, classmate.
But Lu Zhu really couldn't bear this kind of concern and only breathed a sigh of relief after Hui Jinhong returned to her seat.
Back in the dorm room, Qu Ruorui kept sneaking glances at Lu Zhu.
Whenever Lu Zhu looked up, her gaze darted away like a frightened rabbit.
Lu Zhu sighed, "If you want to ask, just ask."
Qu Ruorui immediately sat up, "Can I really ask?"
