Despite knowing that a future with him was impossible, Ling Momo still felt a harsh pain emanating from the depths of her heart.
Li Qingshen felt so pained deep inside that he struggled to breathe. Suppressing his emotions to appear calm, he lifted his hand and with an almost pine-tough motion, stubbed his cigarette vehemently in the ashtray. His tone was somewhat frivolous, "Chen, don't overthink it. Liking someone is one thing, but it's not to the extent of being inseparable. The night is long; go do whatever you should be doing. You should know, a night in spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold. She's still waiting upstairs, isn't she?"
After Li Qingshen finished speaking, he stood up and walked nonchalantly towards the villa's door.
He didn't even grab his coat.
Because he moved so fast, he created a breeze as he passed by Su Chen.
Long after Li Qingshen had left, Su Chen finally stood and started heading upstairs.
