Zhou Mo Sen is like this. Even though he hasn't really been a womanizer, let's say that he's just so-so in dealing with women.
But sometimes, the occasional concern he shows is quite commendable.
At least much better than most American men, though it's just a quality Chinese men should possess.
Once he's done, he doesn't care anymore. He's not that bad, actually.
Of course, many women don't need his involvement, Alice is one of them.
"Yeah, I've wasted a lot of time on this woman. Are you planning to laugh at me?"
Consider it a counterattack, kind of like a hedgehog.
Zhou Mo Sen didn't say much. "No, why would I laugh at you? Plus, I'm not advising you to let go of your hatred or anything. What you're doing is entirely reasonable, it's just that it wastes a lot of time.
Someone like Evelyn... you're much better than her."
Those words almost made Alice lose her composure.
Yes, she indeed has wasted a lot of time.
She indeed fell into a pit of hatred.
