Hearing it from you

'I can see that Toa Fen had pulled up a plan,' Xiu Ying (who drank by herself in her room) smiled as she gazed at the screen of her phone. Before the girl stood a bottle of nonalcoholic wine: the wine looked red like blood, and scent circulated her radius: a good vine.

'But I sincerely don't have a trustworthy friend in our class: what happened? I've always been a loner, and even though people might misunderstand my relationship with that ghost, Fu Wei, he wasn't even close enough. And I never harbored such a profound feeling for him. But I guessed he was closer than others.'

Xiu Ying casually drank her wine while perusing her phone; she sorted and buried most of her thoughts.