Song Chengfeng smiled faintly at her response. "A lot of things don't make sense. Just accept it," he advised, his voice calm but laced with understanding.
For someone like him, who typically analysed every decision with precision, this was strange advice. Song Chengfeng wasn't the reckless type—he never made a move without calculating the risks and benefits. Yet, all that seemed to vanish whenever he was around Qi Jianyi.
He couldn't even explain why he had walked up to her car that day when she was drunk, why he'd driven her home, or why he had allowed their encounters to continue under the guise of her 'owing' him a favour for his help.
But deep down, Song Chengfeng knew the truth that his interest had been piqued ever since she sat down at his table during He Zejin's birthday party.
