Tang Yan snapped back to reality when the cigarette between his fingers had burned down, nearly scorching his fingertips. He calmly extinguished the butt and returned to his seat on the sofa.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Qi asked.
Tang Yan hung his head low, his head pounding fiercely, filled with thoughts of Jin Mo—various images of her.
Song Qi spoke with gravity, "In truth, Jin Mo isn't bad at heart. She used to be rather arrogant, but she has mellowed out a lot now. It's just that some things you've done to her have made her hold a grudge against you. So if you two continue to hurt each other, in the end, both of you will get hurt. It might be better to let go and give each other a way out."
