February 19, 2015, Sunny.
The weather in Riyadh is truly annoying, perpetually hot. Once, when I was out, I witnessed two Riyadh policemen being rude and violent to a woman driving her car. I went back to the Su Family home, changed into a short-sleeved top and a hot skirt, and deliberately paraded through the streets, causing them to chase me for the entire morning. With police sirens blaring everywhere in the streets, my mood was incredibly good.
I drove alone to the beach, and every time I saw the sea, I thought of Hai Lan. If Hai Lan were still alive, maybe I would have gotten over my love for Kaka long ago, and I wouldn't have competed with my sisters for a man.
Thinking of Hai Lan naturally reminds me of my nemesis.
Why did I fall in love with him? I can never figure it out. I usually don't think twice about questions that perplex me.
