Shu Yimo also took the cup with an indifferent expression, took a simple sip, but the light in his eyes fell on the other's face.
"This matter, it's been quite a few years now, yet Ziran hasn't been able to let go, and I also..."
Long Chengyu poured himself another cup, holding the slightly warm cup nonchalantly as he spoke.
"I know she doesn't feel as relaxed as she looks on the outside."
Shu Yimo lowered his eyelids and spoke softly.
Long Chengyu smiled, his gaze resting on Shu Yimo's face, and spoke slowly, "Her temperament is a bit like yours, but she's not as open-minded and optimistic, so she is destined to have a harder life."
"It's because I have a 'damaged jar falls apart' mentality, not the open-minded optimism you're talking about."
