Vera, however, detected a note of concern in Winter Sullivan's words. It was only their second time meeting, yet she had already earned Winter's solicitude. 'Who could still say Winter Sullivan is a cold person?'
Vera also noticed her discomfort, so she smiled faintly and said, "I'm not trying to win a popularity contest. I can't force everyone to like me. But in my opinion, whether people like me or not, I am who I am—one of a kind. I won't be heartbroken if someone insults me, nor will I be over the moon if someone praises me."
Winter Sullivan's eyes lit up. She slammed her hand on the table and said, "Exactly! That's how people should be. I can't stand those petty sycophants who spend all day trying to guess what others are thinking and fawning over them!"
She looked elegant, but she was surprisingly strong. The impact was enough to slosh tea out of the cups on the table.
