This meant that promises were sometimes like butterflies: beautiful as they flitted and circled through the air, then suddenly gone.
"Miss Shen, do you think what you're holding in your hand will never change?"
Miss Shen, do you think that what you're holding now will remain unchanged forever?
"If there is a first time, there must be a second time, a third time, an nth time."
Since there has been a first time, there must inevitably be a second, a third, and an nth time.
Everyone looked at Su Qiao in astonishment.
No one had expected Miss Su Man to speak such fluent English.
Some people hadn't understood, but others had.
Whispers began to spread below, and before long, everyone understood what Su Qiao had just said.
Some nodded in agreement, while others began scrutinizing Shen Biwei with strange looks.
Shen Biwei clenched her fists in anger.
She hadn't expected this Su Man to know English too.
Not only did she know it, but she could speak it so fluently—more naturally, even, than Shen Biwei herself.
Pei Yulou hadn't told her a thing, making her lose face so badly.
Su Qiao lifted her chin and looked down at Shen Biwei's increasingly ugly expression before switching to Mandarin.
"Perhaps I'm a little more selfish than Miss Shen. My capacity to endure things is also a little weaker, and I'm not quite as open-minded as you!"
A male reporter was curious. "Selfish? Miss Su, could you explain that a little more clearly?"
Su Qiao's gaze was cool and indifferent as she said, "Compared with other people, I love myself more."
"When I consider an issue, I first look at it from my own perspective. For example, what consequences would living together bring me?"
"I tend to be a pessimistic person. The first