Cong Rong tugged at his lips, "What's so great about her? How did you fall in love with her?"
"Jing Haohao may not be that great, but she is the girl I like."
Liang Chen's voice, like the deep resonance of a cello in G Major, echoed slowly.
"In the past, I could go without eating, without sleeping, but I would never neglect work. I never felt that Jing Haohao was that important to me, but now that she's gone, I've found, these days, I can't muster any interest in company affairs. Moreover, when I go out for meals, I don't have the energy to deal with it. I want to go back to the old days, as if she never existed, busy with work and making money, but I can't return, I can't do it."
