Later on, Ling Xize, of course, didn't give her a cigarette.
"What's a girl doing smoking?"
He pinched out the cigarette, issued a warning, and, seeing her tears about to fall again, he threatened, "Cry again and see if I don't sell you off, believe it or not?"
So the young lady blinked and, surprisingly, laughed with her eyes still moist. But when she spoke, she was unforgiving, "Are you stupid or something?"
After that, thinking about it, he realized he was indeed quite stupid, so he laughed as well.
His friend had stood him up, so he sat with her for a full half hour.
The two of them didn't know how, but they started chatting. The young lady didn't curse. When something really annoyed her, at most she'd say, "How could he do that?"
He found it amusing but said nothing.
When it was time to leave, they exchanged names.
"My name is Chu Liangxia, what about you?"
"Oh, Ling Xize."
"Oh, it's you."
Oh, so it was you.
