That night, Bai Zhi tossed and turned, unable to sleep well.
The next day, she went to work with dark circles under her eyes.
Weiwei met her for lunch and, seeing her lack of energy, had a good idea of what was happening.
"You don't look well. Didn't sleep well last night, did you?"
Bai Zhi nodded wearily, "I really didn't sleep well."
Weiwei lowered her voice and said, "Even though you say you don't mind, you actually do, right?"
In front of her best friend, Bai Zhi didn't want to pretend anymore.
"Weiwei, do you think being with him is a mistake? In the eyes of the world, we aren't even a good match, are we?"
"Xiao Zhi..." Weiwei grabbed her hand, "I don't think you need to worry about what those women are saying. Didn't you say it yourself? They're just sour grapes. As long as you both are happy, why care about idle gossip?"
