Meilan's expression darkened the second the words were out of my mouth, but I didn't care.
That reaction alone told me I was finally getting close to the real problem, which was impressive considering how much screaming, burning, killing, and plant-based digestion we had needed to get here.
Somewhere under all the betrayal, all the stolen resources, all the ambition, and all the pretty words she wrapped around ugly choices, Jiang Meilan was angry because people had not loved her correctly.
"It's not stupid," she hissed. If looks could kill... Meilan still wouldn't be able to do it right.
"If this whole thing was about popularity for two lifetimes, then yes... yes... it's stupid," I sighed. Seriously, in my past life, I didn't care about being popular, all I cared about was eating half a meal a day and staying alive.
The outrage that crossed her face answered me before she did. "It is not about popularity."
I was not convinced.
