Stella also downed the whiskey in her glass in one gulp, shook the empty glass in her hand twice, squinting slightly with her intoxicated eyes and furrowed her brow: "So, are you now the target of everyone?"
Scarlett Yates pulled the corners of her lips wearily, nodded and said: "Yeah, Stella, can you understand this feeling? No one wants to associate with me, they all think I will bring them trouble. They are polite on the surface, but they don't even want to say a word more to me."
"Stella, I'm being ostracized."
"I'm unhappy, very unhappy."
"But he doesn't care about these things at all, he's used to doing as he pleases, doesn't care about others' feelings. Stella, do you think I really made a mistake? Should I not have called him to question him?"
"He was very angry, hung up my call, and told me not to call him again."
"Oh, right, he also mentioned breaking up. Do you think he regrets it? Regrets impulsively confessing to me?"
