After Wu Zihao left Jin Qingling's house, he got into his car and drove to a certain distance before stopping it on a side of the road. His head was messed from everything she had told him and he found it hard to think straight.
He opened the glove compartment and took out a box of cigarettes and lighter. Without wasting any time, he lit a cigarette and took a long puff to calm his mind, but it didn't work. After he finally littered several burnt cigarette butts out of the window on the ground, next to the tire of the car, the ache in his heart reduced.
However, the words of Jin Qingling were running inside his head on a loop, nonstop!
He smoked a few more cigarettes until he had no more left in his car. He threw out the empty box and slammed the driving wheel in frustration.
'How come she was manipulated right under his nose and he never found out?'
