"Aren't you angry?"
In the chill night breeze that rushed toward them, Huai Shi heard the voice behind him and asked in confusion, "Angry? Why should I be angry?"
"Someone just cursed you out, and you're not the least bit pissed?"
Fu Yi asked in surprise, "Since when did you become so even-tempered? Seriously, I was really scared you'd suddenly leap up and slap his head clean off his shoulders..."
"Wouldn't that be a bit too cruel?"
As Huai Shi envisioned the horrific, insane scene, he couldn't help but draw a sharp breath and shook his head. "No need, no need."
"Besides, he wasn't wrong."
Pedaling the bicycle, Huai Shi thought about it and couldn't help but sigh. "As an ordinary person, I'm really not as good as him in anything except playing the violin. Well, except that I'm a little better looking... But that's not really something a man should take pride in, right?"
"You've got a point... What shampoo do you use? Your hair doesn't even have split ends?"
