It wasn’t a question. She spoke with definiteness, so this was her conclusion, after she observed me.
I stabbed at the shrimp shells with my fork. The shells were hard, and the fork head was a little blunt, so I wasn’t able to stab through its shells. I threw my fork down onto my plate and looked at Mrs. Sang.
She still looked at me with the same calm eyes, “When we met three months ago, did you still remember what I told you then?”
Of course I did, she said that I didn’t love Sang Qi.
But I didn’t speak.
“Now, I take that back. You’re in love with Sang Qi.”