The moment I answered, her voice came through, filled with anger.
"Amelia, have you really broken up with Oliver?"
"Anything wrong?" I asked.
She said through gritted teeth, her anger evident, "Good choice! He's drunk, and I wanted you to pick him up, but that shameless Heather showed up. Did you break up because of her?"
Upon hearing her words, I felt a little depressed.
Heather was the one whom Oliver had cherished, pursuing her for three long years and sharing his youth with her.
No wonder it was said that what men could never forget was their first love.
"Well, half of it. I just thought it through. It's better to choose someone who likes me rather than someone I like."
It was really tiring to keep giving.
I felt like I was torturing myself.
"Why is your voice so hoarse? Did you cry? How about I come to you right now and we have a few drinks together?" she inquired with concern.
I coughed helplessly a few times, feeling a slight soreness in my throat. "I just came out from singing, and that's why my voice is hoarse. Don't think too much."
"It's good that you can think positively. It's okay. You will definitely meet someone better in the future."