"I don't know what I like to do..." Jiang Tan sounded a bit aggrieved, her voice choking up again, "I don't have anything I like."
It was pitiful, to say the least.
Zhou Yinghuai wiped the tears from her cheeks with deliberate slowness. His long fingertips, stained with her tears, rolled over her skin, giving a strange sensation, "Nothing at all?"
"There is something, I said I liked you, but you don't let me," Jiang Tan's tears fell harder as she said, "Zhou Yinghuai, give me some time, I... I'll stop liking you eventually."
She seemed so upset that her voice trembled towards the end.
Zhou Yinghuai thought that he might have been excessively cruel to Jiang Tan.
But deceit was even more cruel.
So he said, "It's raining outside, I'll go back to Mingyuan with you."
The car drove through the rainy night, with Jiang Tan curled up in Zhou Yinghuai's arms, looking at the milk tea in her hands.
They had just passed a milk tea shop and she told Zhou Yinghuai she wanted some.
