142 People Come And Go

Shu Qianqian didn't move. Instead, she hatefully glared at Li Meirong, bewildered by her lack of retort. The slut's calm and collected demeanour aggravated her to no end. She clenched her hands into fists until her knuckles turned white.

"You Green Tea Bitch! I just caught you red-handed! Don't you have anything to say in your defense?!" Shu Qianqian shook her head and clicked her tongue.

"And to think Brother Cheng had frantically rushed to your cabin in the middle of the night as soon as he returned to the sect, just to see if you're safe and well. When in fact, you were far too busy latching yourself onto another man!"

Li Meirong's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, knowing full well she had been occupied at that time, cultivating all night inside the dimension. She hadn't even met Mo Cheng!

And yet, Shu Qianqian spoke as though she had betrayed his sacred trust, when in fact, she had never once attached herself to him in any way beyond friendship.

Nevertheless, she had no intention of clarifying herself to Shu Qianqian. If anything, she would go to confront the man himself.

"If you really were my friend, I would have explained myself to you. But as it stands, I don't owe you any explanation. What I do is my business. If you want to go around and talk trash about me, go ahead. I stopped caring a long time ago." Li Meirong walked to the door and held it open for Shu Qianqian. "Now, please leave."

"Humph! I don't even know what men find in you anyway. Besides being a furnace, you have nothing else to offer!"

After speaking her mind, Shu Qianqian crossed her arms and held her chin high as she stormed off without saying another word.

Li Meirong's lips were pale and tightly pursed. She didn't take her eyes off of Shu Qianqian until she saw her gliding away from the island.

Shortly after the girl's departure, she peered outside and saw that Zhu Qingyue was long gone, and Snowball was nowhere to be found. 'Probably, he ran off to play again…'

When she was finally alone in her home, she allowed herself to break down. She reached the bed and collapsed on it. Curling into a ball and placing her hands on her ears as she closed in on herself. Her throat felt dry and her eyes were irritated, but she had already cried today and refused to do so again.

'People come and go in a person's life, but the right ones will always stay…' Li Meirong thought, trying to console herself. It was one of the reasons she preferred to have her adopted companions by her side than to interact with others.

The lack of sleep from cultivating throughout the night, along with the haunting memories of her past, not to mention the consequent criticism from a person she used to call her friend had caused her so much stress that she fell asleep like a log in a matter of a few minutes.