"You... think I'm fickle? Is that it?" Zhang Ziwen looked at her silence, feeling a bit irrationally irritated.
"It's not what I think, it's a fact." Tang Ying's response was very straightforward. The facts were laid out in front of them, what else was there to argue about?
"Indeed, the facts are as you say..." Zhang Ziwen felt a bit despondent, and said gently, "Some things... are beyond my control. If you knew what happened between me and them, maybe you would understand a bit. Feelings are truly complex and amazing. I didn't want it to be like this at first, but as things have developed, I... can't leave them now..." Zhang Ziwen found it very hard to explain, not knowing how to justify that fate comes to us all.
