Li Meirong banged her fist upon the table, bristling at the mention of the silver-haired teacher. "Zhu Qingyue? Who is this Zhu Qingyue you're talking about? I don't see him anywhere! Can't you see that I'm alone again? It's not good to depend on men. How many times am I supposed to learn the same lesson?"
"What are you talking about?" Bao Li asked in confusion, hiccuping once more. "Then who are you supposed to depend on, women?"
"I meant to depend on myself!"
"The way you used to describe him, constantly fawning over you... It made me think that Senior Zhu was serious about you. It also sounded like you had a pretty good time depending on him, too!" Despite Bao Li's slurred speech, she persisted in speaking her mind.
Li Meirong grew solemn, replying in a hushed whisper, "Bao Li, he's gone, and he's… well, I think I over-thought the matter. It was too good to be true."
