I slowly walked up to Mazao.
She was silent, head bowed, hands resting on her knees, her gaze fixed on her toes, completely immersed in her own thoughts, seemingly unaware of my approach. I pondered what to say next, faintly hearing my own heartbeat.
Zhu Shi really didn't misjudge me. The more critical the moment, the more likely I am to lose my composure. Even though I've already spoken my true thoughts before, now that I have to say them again, I still feel uneasy.
Perhaps the reason I can speak my mind in most situations is that I am indifferent to most things. The opinions of those around me and the reactions of those I speak to are of secondary importance, even my own life sometimes seems dispensable to me. Just like many who appear brave aren't actually overcoming fear with courage, but rather, they are not that afraid from the start.