"You heard everything?" Tao Hua asked him.
He sat down opposite him and nodded solemnly, "I heard it all."
Tao Hua's gaze fell on his injured fingers and asked teasingly, "Does it hurt, or do you regret it?"
There was pain, and there was regret.
This was the first time he regrets something he had done. It was also the first time he felt such pain over a woman.
"How do you plan to cure her illness? If she keeps being like this, does that not mean I can never touch her?" Rong Shaoze asked irritably.
It was unclear at whom he was angry, but his mood was very bad indeed.
Tao Hua glanced at him, his slender fingers gently caressing the rim of the cup, and spoke indifferently, "It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it. You caused this mess, you figure out how to solve it. I have studied psychology, but honestly, I'm better with a scalpel. Besides, I am psychologically twisted myself, how can I cure someone else?"
