It must have been around midnight by now, as people gradually paid their bills and left in twos and threes. The already tranquil and elegant club became even quieter. Zhang Ziwen lit his fourth cigarette. Sometimes, smoking was a way to pass the time. He waited in silence, believing that An Yun would reveal everything. Her emotions seemed much calmer now...
"...Why aren't you saying anything?" An Yun dabbed away her tears with a tissue, looking at Zhang Ziwen who seemed rather leisurely.
"I'm waiting for you to speak," Zhang Ziwen said with a smile. This girl couldn't keep anything hidden; when the time came for her to speak, she would inevitably do so.
"Why wait for me?" An Yun pursed her lips, speaking somewhat helplessly, "Just ask me whatever you want."
"Can I ask you now?" Zhang Ziwen said with a smile, "It's the same question as before. Take your time and give me an answer when you're ready."
