Chapter 110 Retribution is Unpleasant

Xia Zhi and I each held a cup of boiled water, standing in a corner of the dining room. I downed mine in one gulp, flipped the cup upside-down to show him it was empty.

He smiled faintly, "Do you think you're drinking alcohol?"

Clutching the cup in my hand to bring back to my room, I really liked this cup—I have a habit where once I use something, I keep using it and don't switch easily.

Gu Yu often said that I was particularly devoted and persistent, that if I ever fell in love with a man, I wouldn't change my mind easily.

So I'm now very certain I've never loved He Cong; otherwise, he wouldn't be just a fart in my heart.

As I walked past Sang Qi, I felt like he had something else he wanted to say to me.

But there was nothing more to say really, no matter how many words we exchanged, it wouldn't mean anything.

He's someone else's husband, and I'm someone else's wife—besides, I'm not in his heart.