Thump,
Thump,
The spatula in Aunt's hand dropped to the ground.
Mei Qiong's fruit knife fell on the chopping board.
"Miss Song, don't you think you're going too far?" Mei Qiong turned back to look at Song Sizhi, her words filled with suppressed anger, her eyes concealing resentment.
"Too far?" Song Sizhi, as if she'd heard some kind of joke, turned around and looked at Mei Qiong, saying, "The path was your own choice, the man was one you chased after yourself. Even when you find out you're someone's second choice, you should swallow your pride and deal with it. We are all adults here, with family interests, personal desires, and hormones at play. Do you know what you look like right now? Like someone who strips naked and climbs into someone else's bed, then complains about the cleanliness of the person who made room for you."
