The mottled ceiling inscribed the marks of time. The simple teachers' dormitory lacked the slightest hint of warmth. Lying in bed, Mo Xiaoqing could only calmly gaze at the ceiling, although a flurry of thoughts raced through her mind. Most of all, she dwelled on the morning's events. How many "first times" does a woman have in her life? Once a woman's body is entirely given to a man, forgetting him becomes next to impossible.
Mo Xiaoqing's mind was in turmoil. It was only now that she realized she had fallen for Tangyu. However, she understood that Tangyu already had a girlfriend. Perhaps the greatest pain in life is no more than this. Coupled with her best friend Yan Yan's advice, even encouraging her to "steal him away," Mo Xiaoqing could only wryly smile. Could she really do something like that? Does loving someone mean you have to possess them?
Just because she had given her body to him, did it mean he had to take responsibility?
