"Being with me conflicts with your future?" Zheng Heng asked with a pained expression. "Zhaozhao, we broke up, but not because there was a problem with our feelings."
"Our feelings were not the problem, but feelings can't withstand destruction," Song Zhaozhao said, pausing as if she recalled something, and then, somehow, she suddenly let out a laugh.
To Zheng Heng, that smile undoubtedly stung. His voice tight, he looked at Song Zhaozhao, "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing much, just remembered, just now, my colleague told me that Qin Yao hasn't slept for days to ensure my concert goes smoothly, without any hitches."
Zheng Heng suddenly looked up, unable to hide his shock and pain: "You've fallen for Qin Yao?"
