Fang Qingya slowly walked to the railing.
She gazed far into the distance.
The distant Tianyuan was as dreamy as ever, brilliantly lit even in the dead of night.
It painted the night sky with a wash of pale yellow.
"How many men and women together on Earth at this very moment truly love each other?"
Wu Jie strode over, laughing lightly, "Can such a question even have an answer? You haven't answered me yet, are you planning on playing both sides?"
"Is that important?"
Fang Qingya turned her head to glance at Wu Jie, her lips curling up as she smiled and asked, "Why do some men, who clearly have wives or girlfriends, still like to go out and revel? Is it really just for the sake of socializing?"
Wu Jie asked in astonishment, "Who told you that? Enough with this nonsense. If we don't go down soon, they might get the wrong idea!"
As he spoke, Wu Jie turned to leave.
But suddenly, Fang Qingya reached out and grabbed Wu Jie.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
