Zhao Yulu forced a smile and said, "Miss Han, there's really no need for formalities. If you're so polite, what's the point of us having this meal? You were saying that we're eating together as friends."
"All right, I won't be polite anymore," Han Mengting, who was also quite forthright, responded. At this point, to keep on saying thank you was pointless, so she shifted the topic, "By the way, the guy who left with you that time, he was your boyfriend, right?"
Zhao Yulu nodded: "Yes."
Han Mengting said with envy, "The way he looked at you, he must have really loved you. It was like he treasured you so much he was afraid you'd fall if he held you in his palm and afraid you'd melt if he kept you in his mouth. I'm so envious, having someone love you like that. You must be married by now, right?"
Zhao Yulu was silent for a moment before she said, "We broke up."
Bringing up this topic made her mood heavy.
