No wonder he's chosen a profession where he has to read faces; he's none other than a snob.
Jiayang carefully selected a necklace.
I sat on a high stool, closely examining my fingernails.
I thought, this was a question I was well-prepared for.
Money had been the reason for our connection, yet it also became the distance between us. I had always been cautious in our interactions, but today, it abruptly surfaced.
"Fei, I want to give this to you. Come look, do you like it?"
"This one's not bad, your face is small, so this delicate one would suit you best. Come take a look."
I didn't move. Finally, he glanced at me, his smile beaming, "Come here."
"I'm hungry," I said.
"After buying a necklace, we'll go have a big meal."
"I'm hungry now," I said. "I don't want a necklace."
He walked over, his hand resting on my shoulder as if he wanted to say something.
Cheng Jiayang
