"If you want to talk, I can listen," He Xing said skillfully, neither expressing interest nor disinterest, deftly tossing the ball back into Ji Liangchuan's court.
Before him, the glass Ji Liangchuan had been staring at hadn't been touched. Upon hearing He Xing's words, it was as if he'd made up his mind about something momentous. He grabbed the glass and gulped down the water in two or three swigs, drinking it as though it were liquor.
After a brief silence, Ji Liangchuan finally began to speak slowly, "The reason I didn't return from abroad for so many years was because of a woman; the reason I came back to the country and didn't leave again is also because of a woman. Her name was Taozi, and..."
At this point, Ji Liangchuan sighed, his face showing a pained expression as he said, "Taozi and Fu Han looked exactly alike. The first time I saw Fu Han, I thought she was my Taozi."
