Qin Yin looked at his hand gripping tighter and tighter, even crushing the freshly lit cigarette within it, and she abruptly raised her head to look at his face.
The lighting in the living room was not bright, somewhat dim, as Nan Sichen had chosen these lights for a cozy atmosphere. But now, this light cast upon his face was flickering and indistinct, revealing his furrowed brows and the already twisted and deformed cigarette between his fingers, causing Qin Yin's heart to twist as well.
It must be that his mood was extremely bad if he didn't even want to smoke.
It was a long while before he threw the cigarette away, asking with a mocking tone, "Is it because the past was recalled that you couldn't control yourself?"
"No, I didn't even say a word to him..."
He turned to look at Qin Yin, with an even thicker mocking tone, "You didn't say a word and just kissed? So your feelings don't even require words anymore?"
