Su Liya's eyes flitted uncertainly as she stammered, "Brother Cheng... he... he respects me a lot."
Mei Xiang caught the evasion in her gaze and had her own answer in her heart.
The usually sweet and lovely Mei Xiang rarely put on a somber face, "Li Ya, you are still a child."
"But you are obviously only one year older than me!" Su Liya pouted defiantly, arms crossed over her chest like a bristling kitten.
Mei Xiang gently smiled, "One year may be insignificant in the long river of life, but in the world of emotions, it is enough to give you a different understanding of many things."
She continued earnestly, "Your fondness for Chen Cheng might just stem from an admiration for mature men, or rather, a youthful infatuation with dominance, which is normal, but it's not love."
Su Liya bit her lower lip and did not speak.
