"But... you never even really got to know me."
For Liang Yu, the most distressing thing wasn't that Pei Zhiyao had outright rejected her.
It was that he didn't even give a reason, nor did he make an effort to understand her.
Pei Zhiyao's rejection seemed particularly dismissive in the absence of any clear understanding.
It was as if it were a formality, suggesting that he wanted to quickly distance himself from Liang Yu.
"Pei Zhiyao, say something."
She boldly straddled him.
Only like this, Pei Zhiyao couldn't resist.
Under the influence of alcohol and drugs, Pei Zhiyao indeed could only lie on the bed.
Despite his bleary eyes, he tried as hard as he could to sober up.
"I think you should be able to understand my meaning."
He spoke deliberately, his mind flooded with thoughts.
But in summing them up in one sentence, it was simply that he didn't want to be with Liang Yu, not now, nor ever before.
"You've never considered the future! What's so bad about being with me?"
