Zhou Yi · Conversa

Everyone is convinced you led the fight; why didn't you offer a single word of defense? Lowering his head, silver-gray bangs obscured the emotions in his eyes. His back was held stiffly, and the new and old bruises beneath the tattoo on his forearm were vaguely visible. His fingertips gripped the fabric of his school uniform until it wrinkled. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a low, hoarse voice. "Even if I said it, no one would believe me." His gaze remained fixed on the ground, refusing to look up. A cold, lonely air enveloped him—a barrier to keep others away. He was accustomed to shouldering all the misunderstandings and blame on his own. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>