In a corner of the dining hall, Sang Qi and I each have a cup of water in our hands. I raised my cup at him, downed its contents in one gulp, then dunked the cup upside down on my head, showing him that I’ve finished it.
That made him chuckle, “You think you’re taking a shot of vodka?”
Then with the cup in my hand, I began making my way back upstairs. I liked this cup. Not this type of cups, but this specific cup. It was an obsession of mine, that after I used something, I’ll keep on using it for as long as I have it. I don’t swap or buy new things often.
Gu Yuu said that it means I have a very persistent personality, stubborn even, and that once I fell in love with a man I would never change for the rest of my life.
That’s why, now I can say for certain that I never loved Ho Cong, because rather than hating him, he was quite literally no different than nothing in my heart.
As I walked past Sang Qi, I felt as if he had something he wanted to say.