The marks on Song Xiaotian's neck were clearly hickeys.
But didn't he dislike Pan Xiaorou? How had he still...
Seventh Master shook his head and sighed. "There are over eight thousand characters in our language, but love is the hardest to understand. Perhaps this is a doomed romance."
"He doesn't even like her," I said, "yet he still slept with her."
"A man and a woman alone in a room, with alcohol involved-it would have been stranger if nothing had happened," Seventh Master said. "But I imagine Pan Xiaorou must have made the first move. However aloof Song Xiaotian might be, he couldn't hold out."
Seventh Master had a point.
President Pan really was something. It was only the second night, and she had already bedded Song Xiaotian.
"Not being able to hold out is one thing."
"But he doesn't like Pan Xiaorou, and he still slept with her," I said. "How is he going to sort this out later?"
Seventh Master stopped smiling too. "Isn't that exactly what a Peach Blossom Tribulation is? His upbringing won't let him shirk his responsibility, but he doesn't want to be with her either. He'll have plenty to agonize over."
"But this is their private business. We should stop teasing him about it."
"Things like this are hard to resolve. The entanglement might even turn into a calamity."
As we were talking, Song Xiaotian returned from buying cigarettes, and we hurriedly shut our mouths.
An hour later, a figure appeared in the detention center's exercise yard. From a distance, I almost didn't recognize him.
Only when he reached us did I recognize Meng Yifan.
He looked utterly haggard, as though he had aged several years.
The moment he saw us, he trembled with excitement. "Am I being released temporarily, or am I out