Liang Chen listened to Cong Rong's long monologue, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, turned his head to glare at Cong Rong, and chuckled. "Cong Rong, from the moment I arrived, I haven't spoken a single word, but you've been chattering none stop all by yourself. Aren't you tired?"
"Isn't this my way of showing concern for you?" Cong Rong paused for a while before he continued speaking, "Ah Chen, in this world, a majority of things won't go as planned. Some things, no matter how capable you are, cannot be forced. Take Jing Haohao, for instance. A fruit that is forcibly twisted loose doesn't taste sweet."
The fingers clutching his cigarette suddenly clenched, the pressure mutilating the cigarette. His eyes, fired and angry, bore down on Cong Rong as he spat out each word deliberately, "I just want to force it!"
For most disappointments in life, no matter how capable you are, some cannot be forcibly changed. However, when it comes to the case of Jing Haohao, he will never give in.
