People get and lose throughout their lives, and then regain from the loss. Suddenly, she wished to gamble, to bet on this man named Zheng Heng, hoping that he really had turned back and wanted to love her properly.
Song Zhaozhao heard herself say, "Zheng Heng, come upstairs, let's talk properly."
Zheng Heng laughed lightly, his laughter carried a gentleness, he said softly, "Alright."
A few minutes later, Song Zhaozhao in her pajamas opened the door for Zheng Heng. Seeing her red eyes, he frowned in concern.
"How long have you been crying?"
"I don't know,"
Song Zhaozhao calmly spoke as though describing someone else's business, "I don't want to cry, but I can't control my tears."
"Continuing to cry like this is bad for your eyes." Zheng Heng raised his hand, gently pressed Song Zhaozhao's eye sockets, then said with a 'tsk' sound, "Look how swollen they are, no more crying."
Song Zhaozhao's heart tightened, but she didn't say anything.
