Rong Sinan's thin lips pressed tight, the sudden surge of anger in his chest was overwhelming and difficult to suppress.
Tang Yige applied medicine in the bathroom, got dressed, and came out to find Rong Sinan standing silently by the window, smoking.
Tang Yige's brows tightened slightly, her gaze swept over the cigarette butts on the floor. After all, she couldn't harden her heart to ignore it. She looked at his straight back and softly said, "Don't smoke too much, it's not good for your health."
Rong Sinan paused his long fingers holding the cigarette and said coolly, "If someone who never smokes told me this, maybe I could be persuaded."
Tang Yige's brow furrowed even more tightly. She stood in place for a moment and said, "I'm going back to my room."
Rong Sinan did not respond.
Tang Yige stared at his back for a moment, hugged one arm with the other, and walked towards the door.
"Tang Yige."
Rong Sinan suddenly called her, his voice hoarse from smoke.
