I don't hate you, but that doesn't mean I like you either.
Qin Mobai put one hand in his suit pants pocket, "I'll let Su Lin continue the meeting; I have other things to attend to, so I'm leaving first."
He didn't want to stay here for another moment, nor did he want to look at Shen Ruozhuo again.
Whenever he saw her, he would think of everything that happened in that little dark room fourteen years ago, the weak him, the red velvet cake offered to his mouth, the promised tomato egg noodles she was going to make for him...
Those became the only redemption in Qin Mobai's life after the age of sixteen.
"Mo Bai!" Shen Ruozhuo grabbed Qin Mobai's wrist, "Why are you avoiding me?"
Qin Mobai turned his back to Shen Ruozhuo, looking at the slender fingers holding his wrist.
