“They say fish forget everything in seconds—but I won’t.

“I’ll protect you, my princess, forever.”

Those childish vows were remembered by only one person, which was me.

If nine-year-old Helen had heard eighteen-year-old Joel say, “I wish you hadn’t survived that day… if only you’d just died,” she probably would have cried her heart out.

But over the years, because of my hearing loss, I had endured plenty of whispered gossip.

I accepted Joel’s change in attitude calmly.

He would grow up sooner or later.

Back then, I saved his life, and the Yorks family wanted to make amends.

Over the years, they had given up nearly fifty percent in concessions. By any standard, that was sincere enough.

At the end of the day, we no longer owed each other anything.

Moreover, I firmly believed that I was a living, breathing person. I was not anyone’s accessory, not someone who needed to rely on another to survive.

So, I looked up at my mother and said with certainty, “I’ve thought it through.”

With my mother’s company, I changed my university preferences from Eidolon City to Capital City.

I thought I would stay awake all night, but instead, I slept surprisingly well.

I slept straight through until noon.

Still groggy, I instinctively checked my phone and saw that my pinned contact on Instagram had sent two voice messages.

They were from Joel.

Through the speaker, his voice carried a hint of cold irritation.

“Helen, once you’re done throwing a tantrum, unblock me. You’re an adult. Why are you still throwing such a tantrum?”

“Yesterday, Mandy felt incredibly guilty because you suddenly left. She said she didn’t know how to make it up to you and even went up to the rooftop, threatening suicide. Luckily, I managed to talk her down.”

“There’s still some time left in summer break. I’m planning to take her and a few of the guys to Artarca to go skiing and relax. Don’t get jealous. After all, her suicide scare was partly because of you.”

I was so angered by his shamelessness that I laughed.

Mandy? She would never try to die.

Back at school, she used to brag every day that she was “the woman among women” and “a fighter jet among men,” always saying she was different from those delicate, pretentious girls who wore fake no-makeup looks and acted aloof.

Yet, I had seen her trick countless times.

For example, four months ago, my best friend Nelly Landon held her coming-of-age celebration.

She carefully picked out a dress, did her makeup, and planned to take a set of beautiful photos to commemorate her life.

Only Mandy refused to cooperate.

The moment she entered the private room, she started teasing loudly, “Nelly, you’ve got a great figure. Have you slept with a guy before?

“Don’t be shy. We’re all friends here. There’s nothing you can’t say.”

When Nelly was driven to tears, Mandy immediately raised her hands in mock surrender and then turned the tables.

“Why do you girls cry so easily? Can’t you even take a joke?”

“Fine, fine, my fault, okay? This is why I don’t like hanging out with girls. So much drama every single day.”

Another time, when everyone was studying for their grades through senior year, exhausted beyond belief, she happily snapped ugly photos of everyone. She turned them into memes, dumping them all onto the school confession wall with the caption:

[Senior Class 2’s class beauty. Take her if you like.]

It was only after everyone banded together to report her to the homeroom teacher that she finally stopped.

Besides, I knew she had been on the basketball team for two years, using the excuse of becoming the “club assistant” just to get close to Joel.

I simply had not taken her seriously.

Back then, I was arrogant, convinced that what was mine could not be taken so easily.

Now that it had been taken, I accepted it.

I had misjudged people and saved an ungrateful person when I was young.

“Helen, if you still have even a shred of conscience, come apologize to everyone, especially Mandy…”

Joel’s messages kept popping up one after another.

I did not even bother finishing the voice messages before blocking and deleting him from Instagram entirely.

Outside my door, my mother was urging me to buy winter clothes with her.

“Winter in the Capital City is pretty cold. We’ll go and get you a few thicker outfits.”

I nodded and agreed.

What I did not expect was that after buying clothes on the second floor of the mall, we ran into Joel and his group just as we were about to leave.

Mandy stood out in a black micro-miniskirt among the boys.

She spotted me immediately and walked over slowly, deliberately linking her arm through mine with feigned intimacy.

“Helen, what a coincidence.”

“I was really eaten up with guilt yesterday. I never expected you to have such a bad temper. I’ve always treated Joel like a brother. Don’t be mad anymore, okay?”

Mandy said, wiping at tears that were not there. “It’s still my fault though…”

“If I’d known my limits, you wouldn’t have left. Mrs. Xanders, even though I was so guilty I almost jumped off the rooftop, please don’t blame…”

“Are you done?” my mother cut her off with a sneer. “Girls these days really don’t learn anything good at such a young age. You just constantly put on an act that you’re a pure and innocent girl among the boys.

“My daughter doesn’t bother arguing with you because she was raised to know boundaries and not casually spew foul language. But what about your parents?

“All you do every day is dive into groups of boys. Do you even know what the boundaries between girls and boys should be? If your parents didn’t teach you, then I’ll teach you.

"Behavior like yours is... What was that phrase on the internet? Oh, yeah. Pick-me girl."

I could not help laughing.

I quickly shoved her away and said, “You’re gross.

“We’re not close. Please stop pretending we are.”

Mandy stiffened.

After fully registering what my mother had said, her eyes instantly reddened. She stood there at a loss, completely flustered.

Leo immediately jumped in to defend her. “Mrs. Xanders, how could you be so rude? Mandy almost jumped off a building because of your daughter!”

I glanced at him.

I remembered one of those insults from yesterday. “So, what if she hears it? Who wants a crippled girl anyway? Only Joel is kind enough to keep her around, right?”

Those words had come from him.

I suddenly felt sick.

“Helen, I…”

Joel instinctively tried to step toward me, reaching out as he always used to, wanting to take my hand.

“Joel…”

Hearing Mandy’s soft call and seeing her swollen, reddened eyes, Joel finally stopped.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears and said, unable to hold back, “Mrs. Xanders, that was too much. Mandy didn’t mean it. This whole thing was Helen throwing a tantrum. It almost even led to Mandy trying to kill herself.”

“Mandy is young. She just graduated from high school. She’s only nineteen…”

“Nineteen?” my mother raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “You say nineteen is young, but my daughter is only eighteen.”

“They’re both in the prime of their youth. My daughter didn’t do anything wrong, so how did she become some unforgivable sinner who almost got someone killed, just like you said?”

“Joel, I still remember how you used to take Helen out to play when you were little, how you swore you’d protect her. But you’ve changed far too much. I am truly disappointed in you.”

Joel was left speechless.

Even as he wiped Mandy’s tears, he was clearly distracted.

The others behind him probably could not find anything to refute either and said no more.

I found it pointless and was about leave with my mother.

However, suddenly, Joel grabbed my wrist.

Lowering his head, he noticed the winter clothes in the shopping bags and said instinctively, “There’s no need to buy such thick clothes for Eidolon City…”

As he spoke, something seemed to occur to him.

His eyes lit up, and the hand gripping my wrist tightened.

“So, that’s why you blocked me and threw a tantrum. It was just you trying to mean something else.”

“Buying winter clothes… you want to go skiing in Artarca with us, don’t you?” He convinced himself as he spoke, the corners of his mouth lifting uncontrollably.

“Alright, stop sulking. I’ll book the tickets later. The flight is 10 o’clock in the morning. We’ll go together.”

“You’re wrong!”

I yanked my hand free and mercilessly shattered his fantasy.

"I'm not going to Artarca with you. I'm heading to the Capital City. Besides, my hearing has been restored for a while now."

The smug smile on Joel’s face faded.