The light from the streetlamp behind him spilled over his tall figure, indescribably vague and dim.
"I hate sick men the most."
So did she have yet another reason to hate him? He thought with a faint self-mockery.
Luo Qiangwei didn't know why he had suddenly stopped talking, his expression so gloomy, potentially out of guilt.
But she no longer felt like asking; some questions are enough when posed once. He had been able to act so convincingly in front of her with Luo Hongying that he must have rehearsed countless times in private.
Asking again would only serve to hear him craft more lies. Nothing compared to what one witnessed and experienced firsthand.
Finding continued conversation pointless and feeling a bit cold, she huddled her shoulders and turned to walk away from the Film and Television City.
