Qin Yao maintained a composed demeanor as he pinched her hand, gently wiping away the perspiration in her palm. His voice was slow, "She deserves it."
This time, Zheng Heng said not another word.
It was only after Qin Yao led Song Zhaozhao by hand and disappeared from sight that the man dully withdrew his gaze, staring unfocused at a table full of dishes.
The tea goes cold as the guests leave, fittingly so.
In the car, Song Zhaozhao silently gazed at the scenery outside the window. After a long while, she finally spoke softly, "Qin Yao, why did you say those things in front of Zheng Heng?"
"The fact proves that I was right, and your troubles have been resolved, haven't they?" Qin Yao, with his eyes closed feigning sleep, heard her and let out a faint smile, slowly saying, "Song Zhaozhao, at least by now, you should have given up, right?"
"Why are you so sure?" Song Zhaozhao also smiled, a wistful smile.
"Because you're a smart person."
