"Why should I worry about him?"
Shu Shuang muttered, not finishing her sentence, when suddenly—crack—a booming thunderclap sounded again.
Lian Qiao looked out the window at the sky full of rain and mist, genuinely feeling so uneasy it made her liver tremble. With the uncertainty of weather and the brevity of life, why obsess over too many things? Thinking this way, when she looked at Shu Shuang again, her words had even more purpose.
"You, stop saying one thing and meaning another. This time, when he comes back, be together for real. As for the stuff with his mom, you two can figure out how to deal with it together."
Having said that, she got up to pour two cups of warm water—one she handed to Shu Shuang, and the other she held in her hand, swaying it without drinking.
Taking the cup from her hand, Shu Shuang gently sipped, looking at her for a long while before finally speaking hesitantly with some difficulty.
"Lian Zi, there's something else I need to ask you for a favor…"
