[Now that she's sober and less emotionally raw than she had been last night, Zhu Hong is a much better actress. It still hurts--it will probably keep hurting--but she can hide it better today. Her makeup is flawless, she's dressed in the killer combo of black skinny jeans and studded moto jacket, and she's so much more in control today. She turns around with an apologetic, embarrassed grin.]

Zhao Yunlan, right?

[She bows her head in contrition.]

I want to apologize for last night. I was very drunk and don't remember much of what I said, but I was upset and I think I dragged you into it.

[Well, at least the drunk part is true. She remembers exactly what had happened, in excruciating detail.

The bit about being neighbors leaves a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. It's going to be hard to stay away from him, won't it?]

I guess we are. This is where my temple ended up, for whatever reason. It's all very new to me; becoming a goddess wasn't exactly on my to-do list a couple of days ago.