Song Zhaozhao burst into laughter when she heard Jiang Tan's words. Resting her chin on her hand, she turned the question back onto Jiang, "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
Jiang Tan took the question seriously, pondered for a moment, then replied earnestly, "Even though I don't know why, I'm certain that you must have your own reasons."
Song Zhaozhao's smile faded slightly as she switched hands to support her chin. Her smile, shrouded in a haze, seemed ever more elusive. She confessed, "Jiang Tan, to be honest... I'm not a very good person. Your high estimation of me only makes me feel worse..."
"Who among us is perfect?" Jiang Tan asked earnestly, "Song Zhaozhao, I won't believe others' opinions about you. I will trust only what I see myself."
