Two Extremes

Xia Zhao was suddenly quiet for a moment before he asked, "And what differences do we have between us? Why don't I know anything about this?"

"You don't know?" she gaped at him feeling a little dizzy. What did he mean that he didn't know they had any differences? "You and I have never been on good terms."

Xia Zhao shook his head at her, "No, let me remind you. It's not that we were never on good terms. It's you who always came running to me with strange bets. Have I ever challenged you? It's always you. So, whatever differences you're talking about, they are all in your head. For me, you're still the little girl who I used to go to see with my father every weekend."

"I'm old now," she scoffed. "How can you even call me a little girl now?"