Zhao Hongjin felt an odd sense of familiarity with the silent atmosphere.
Yes, last night when Cheng Daqi said goodbye, they only exchanged goodbyes without any additional words.
Looking back, it was also an unfulfilled silence then.
"Daqi..."
Cheng Daqi wanted to cleverly speak up at the same time to dissolve the awkwardness, but he immediately gave up his shameful instinct for performative social interactions.
Zhao Hongjin was his friend, not a client he needed to fool or deceive.
But Zhao Hongjin only uttered two words before stopping.
The girl sat opposite Cheng Daqi, silently shedding tears, then she lifted her head and burst out laughing.
"You really are the biggest asshole I've ever met, Daqi."
Alright, her evaluation was not unusual, and Cheng Daqi admitted to himself that he indeed was a jerk, often acting ruthlessly and by any means necessary.
He didn't speak but offered a tissue instead.
