On the way to Wangyue Pavilion, Qu Xiaxia called me again.
This time, she sounded a little hesitant. “Um… Susu, he brought a female companion.”
“Mm.” I watched the red light ahead, tapping my fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
“She’s the gentle, sweet, well-behaved type. White dress, long hair, soft-spoken.” As if worried I wouldn’t believe her, Qu Xiaxia added, “You know, the exact type he used to say he hated. He thought girls like that were clingy.”
Of course I knew.
For all three years of high school, he’d said, “I’d never date a goody-goody.” I remembered it for ten years.
So I got top marks in my grade three times. So I tried desperately to turn myself into an independent, rational girl who didn’t need anyone to worry about her.
