The whole day at the college, Lihua could barely pay any attention to the lectures. Wei's cruel words were hovering in her mind to no end.
If it had been a person like Lu Jie, then it wouldn't have bothered her, but somehow, she was terribly hurt to hear it from Wei.
Meng Ya elbowed her and whispered. "Still thinking about him?"
Lihua fiddled with the pen. She bit her lip.
"It's strange, Yaya. I just met him yesterday. We hardly know each other, but his words already hurt me this much. I don't know... it's like he suddenly felt so different when he spoke that about Sis Jia. As if he felt nothing at all…"
Meng Ya sighed. "So, you are still mad at him."
"Of course, I am. Sis Jia is everything for me. How can I forgive him? Even if he is Godly handsome, I will not let this slide."
"He might have realized his mistake. I am sure he didn't say with any intention to hurt you.
She pursed her lips.
