Chronicle of the 70s

Qin Xi carefully supported Li Xianglu as they walked outside. Seeing her teary eyes, he sighed, wiped her tears, and said helplessly, "You, oh you, what am I to say about you? Why must you prove yourself in such a foolish way every time?"

Li Xianglu pouted, a look of aggrieved innocence on her face: "The situation was particularly urgent at the time. I didn’t think much about it. I just thought about not letting the person fall, but after I grabbed on, I didn’t expect the force to be so strong. I didn’t dare let go, and that’s how my hand ended up like this."

Qin Xi looked at the faint bloodstain under the snow-white bandage, his heart aching as he walked her towards the girls’ dormitory.

He had originally planned to send Li Xianglu back to the dormitory first, then go out to buy food. It was already half-past five in the afternoon, but just as they reached the doorway, he saw a crowd gathered at the entrance of the girls’ dormitory.

Frowning, Qin Xi, accompanied by a puzzled Li Xianglu, walked up, only to see Shen Yuehong supported by others, looking even more aggrieved upon spotting Li Xianglu.

The crowd turned their gaze to Li Xianglu’s raised hands, all thinking back to what just happened. The atmosphere was solemn; the girls looked doubtfully at Shen Yuehong’s leg, while the boys appeared accusatory towards Li Xianglu, as if she had committed some unforgivable act.

Xi Yunmei’s expression was also severe. Seeing Li Xianglu’s pale face and obvious signs of crying, anger burned within her. Who on earth was responsible for this debacle that seemed to spiral out of control?

At that moment, a male student spoke up, "Li Xianglu, the person who went to buy fabric just reported back from the tailor, saying that the costume won’t be ready by tomorrow."

Li Xianglu’s mouth twitched slightly: "So?"

The male student coughed and said, "So, we hope you can set aside personal grudges and not affect the big picture. Please produce the costume, otherwise..." He paused.