After the New Year, some time passed. One day, my roommate saw me typing rapidly and teasingly remarked, "Oh, do you have a new target?"

I confidently replied, "You bet!"

"I thought Mr. Song had left a psychological shadow on you," she joked.

I laughed heartily.

"I'm only twenty-three. When I'm tired, I sleep; when I'm hungry, I eat heartily. With a good metabolism, I don't need to be too strict with my diet. So, emotional wounds heal easily for me.

"Fang Zhizhou is my type, I might as well give it a try."

"A colleague?" She frowned, "Office romances are the most troublesome!"

"Don't worry, he's already been poached by a headhunter."

My roommate breathed a sigh of relief.

During that time, Fang Zhizhou took me to eat at delicious restaurants in the suburbs and accompanied me to watch performances at the Tianqiao Art Center.

When he confessed his feelings, I wasn't surprised at all.

Perhaps, I was never the innocent girl that Song Liang thought I was, passively waiting for him to discover me, love me, and eventually betray me.

Maybe, in the past, I only shielded myself from other opposite sexes subconsciously for him, but that doesn't mean I had no other choices.

Unfortunately, he wasn't like me, lacking such noble sentiments.

Feeling satisfied, I continued to express my views on love.

"I won't risk my career for a man. My own career comes first.

"Of course, I will sincerely treat Fang Zhizhou. What's the point of starting if it's not genuine?"

My roommate looked at me with the contented eyes of a mother seeing her daughter grow up.

She silently gave me a thumbs up, "Great, go be an emotional blogger."