Chapter 22 — Miss Empty Cup

Dieu Kha has changed a lot. It's no longer easy for her to admire other people's profiles. Seeing the delicate nine-panel photo sets, she would mutter first: "I wonder if the table behind is messy." I said now she looks like an anti-scam propaganda officer. She nodded seriously. "It's all experience through blood and tears." Half a month later, I saw Ha Tinh in a milk tea shop near the school. She dresses very normally. There was no perfume, no silk scarf, and no that flattering smile. She stood in front of the counter, ordering a glass of the cheapest lemonade. The staff asked if they wanted more side dishes. She shook her head. "No need." At first I intended to pretend I didn't see it. But when she turned around, she still saw me. Her expression stiffened. Fingers instinctively tightened the cup. The cup of red lemonade in her hand looked extremely dazzling. I'm not mocking her. No greetings either. Just passing by next door. She suddenly spoke up: "You're very proud, right?" I stopped. She stared at me. "Seeing that I'm drinking this now, are you satisfied?" I looked at the cup in her hand. "The drink is not at fault." "The person who used it to divide the class was wrong." She was stunned. I continued to step forward. There was no sound from behind for a long time. Then I heard that Ha Tinh transferred to study abroad. Her mother rented a small room near the school to stay with her. She no longer posts the life of a prestigious lady. The secondary account was also deleted. As for whether she has really changed or not, I don't know. I don't care either. Some people fall once and will wake up. Some people just complain that the ground is not flat. But it all has nothing to do with me. I only know that from then on, no one dares to arbitrarily touch the things on my table. Every time he came back from buying a drink, Dieu Kha would hold the cup up for me to see. "Today I invite you, rich lady's joy of four coins." I took it, laughing so hard I almost choked. The sunlight outside the window is very beautiful. The stem of the red cup is placed on the table. No perfume. No silk scarves. There are no English books. There is also no fake image. Just a cheap but refreshing glass of lemonade. And life is finally quiet again. That is the daily life that truly belongs to me.