C1016 Everyone Has Their Own Life...

Ganoderma sat up with a thud, her little hands fair and thin. They were as tender as bamboo shoots. She crossed her hands and put them on her knees in a serious manner. She looked extremely dignified.

Then, she nodded solemnly at me. "Of course. Who hasn't reached the rebellious stage?"

I felt like laughing when she said that. "You're a traitor?"

"You don't know." Like a deflated balloon