"Hey, Luo Dongxia, why are you meddling in this? Since he wants to pay, why not just let him pay? Why bother with so much? You don't want to owe him a favor, but you don't know who else he might owe a favor to."
"You can't bully me just because of my profession, right?" Duan Zhenye sighed helplessly.
Even so, the businesslike smile on his face did not disappear and remained on his cheeks.
"He's Meisuo's waiter, so who are you? Has Meisuo not even taught you manners over the years?"
The girl who looked exactly like him—no, to be precise, they weren't exactly alike anymore, but her cheeks were covered with strange scars from allergies—said sarcastically.
"How should I put it? Actually, I've always held the view that whether a person is evil or good is determined from the start. Otherwise, why would some people doubt the world around them, while others believe everything without a doubt, given that everyone receives the same education? Some people would also say that films that distort values can affect a person's values, but it's strange that there are also many gentle stories in this world, right? So why don't bad people choose the gentle side?"
Qiu Feishuang lifted her bangs and smiled coldly, "Excuse me, but in my eyes, you're simply retarded now. No, your brain wasn't very good before—or to be more precise, you used to be like a vase filled with mud and water, with only your face still pretty. Now that you've lost that pretty face, your retarded appearance has intensified. An ugly, mentally retarded person, addicted to love, and unable to judge people—what a disaster."
Qiu Feishuang sighed deeply.
Although her eyes could not be seen due to her thick bangs, from the direction her neck twisted, one could vaguely sense that her eyes were looking towards this side.
Qiu Feishuang was clearly scolding her - but the rather mysterious smile on Qiu Feishuang's face also indicated that Qiu Feishuang was just playing a prank and did not intend to ridicule her.
So, what was the reason why I felt so heartbroken just now?
Ultimately, it's because what was said hits the mark - the poorer the spirit, the more afraid one is of being ridiculed by others. If one's spirit and strength are strong enough, one will not be afraid of such language at all.
Even if you are quite fragile inside, if you have a beautiful face, you will not feel sad because people mock your ugliness.
My past self was indeed quite disappointing.
However, the strange thing is that when I observed my past self's expressions, I miraculously only reacted to the description of "ugly".
It was as if the accusations of being lovesick and mentally retarded had nothing to do with me.
Perhaps that was a more hurtful accusation, but she didn't care.
So that's it - Chu Shangli suddenly realized at this moment that there was still a part of himself that he could not go back to.
"You're the ugly one. You don't even dare to show your face, and yet you still dare to complain about me—?"
"That's right, I don't deny that I'm ugly. But what's the connection between me being ugly and you being ugly? Just like the garbage on one side of a garbage dump is disgusting, does that mean the other garbage isn't garbage? I'm ugly, I admit it. You're as ugly as me, but you don't have the courage to admit it. Think about it this way, ah, I actually feel like I've won a little bit..."
Qiu Feishuang crossed her legs and waved at Duan Zhenye: "Go ahead. These guys are all honored guests, and they can't afford to offend them more than us—"
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