After saying that, Veronica and the others left, clearly displeased.
I watched their retreating figures, feeling confused. "Why do they look so grumpy all day long? It's like someone owes them millions."
I hadn't done anything to provoke them recently.
Felicia sighed helplessly. "They've always been like this. Veronica has been asking me to lend her clothes lately, but she's larger than me. I lent her one piece, and she stretched the zipper to the point of breaking it.
"I had to spend the whole night fixing it. She couldn't fit into my clothes, so she blamed me, saying I bought them too small on purpose."
"What?"
I was dumbfounded when I heard this.
"She's crazy. Those clothes are yours! You can buy whatever size you want. What's it got to do with her?"
And those clothes weren't even the size Felicia wanted. They were the size recommended by the store assistant.
Veronica was truly a narrow-minded person, thinking everyone else was as petty as she was.
"The female dorm environment isn't good either. It's full of scheming and rivalry. Don't they have a normal dorm?" I asked. "Why don't you talk to the counselor and request a room change?"
Felicia shook her head, looking resigned. "It won't work. They've already formed cliques. People like me, who don't have money to go out, hang out with them, and don't know how to flatter the leaders of those groups, get isolated."
A clique? Well, that was something. Impressive.
I squeezed her hand in comfort. "Don't worry. After some time, we'll move out and live together."
I had already made up my mind. I planned to live with her once our relationship stabilized over a year. We could rent a place together or move into my villa or estate. Either way, we would live together.
If it worked out, I would invite Matthew and the others to live with us and a few close friends. That would be perfect.
But it was still a bit too early for that.
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