Li Chengyun also remained silent.
Smoking, for him, could be discontinued as wished, but what about other people? Could they too be thrown away upon saying so?
Many times, he was overwhelmed by an impulse to grab her by the neck and demand, why could she sleep soundly over three years, even act as if nothing had happened when they met again, and why he was stranded in a blind alley, unable to escape, as if she was the only answer.
Sometimes, he rather despised himself. It was a mere woman, but why was it so hard to give up, even harder than letting go of a piece of flesh? He had spent three years searching and another three to forget.
When he met her again, no matter how cold-hearted he pretended to be, all he had in his heart was a longing for her that was etched into his bone marrow. Three years had not even alleviated a shred of his yearning; instead, it had only ignited a never-ending passion!
