London, the night is deep, the strong wind howling, the piercing cold awakens the goosebumps on one's arm, deeply making one feel the uniqueness of this city.
Standing in the wind, Bosa's eyes are clear and determined as he looks at Li Wei, waiting for an answer, "Did you not hold back to remind us not to cling to last season's success and glory?"
Back and forth, bustling, Li Wei is undoubtedly the busiest presence, Rivers also remains by his side, hesitating to leave.
Li Wei's smile gently rises at the corner of his mouth, "No. We didn't consider your situation, we just focused on ourselves, doing our best."
"Sorry, we aren't that kind."
Frank and straightforward.
Bosa instead let out a long breath, "You could pretend, like Philip, mock us from a superior stance."
Rivers stands beside, utterly composed, as if lying flat, accepting the mockery.
Li Wei spreads his hands, "Sorry, I'm a bit busy, no time."
Bosa: ...
