Very excellent?
Maybe.
Ye Tianfan nodded, standing beside Yao Lingshan, allowing the sea breeze to blow past, and the two fell into silence. Yao Lingshan did not speak again.
And Ye Tianfan also did not know what to say, feeling that in this situation, no matter what he said, it would seem so redundant.
Facing the sea breeze, Yao Lingshan eventually cried, tears streaked down her cheeks silently. This was a woman's compromise to another woman. Some things didn't need to be overly expressed, as saying more wouldn't mean much.
Ye Tianfan lit a cigarette and smoked on his own. He didn't reach out to wipe away Yao Lingshan's tears, just quietly watched her, occasionally sighing inwardly.
Women, they are always complex. If there were a formula to calculate a woman's thoughts or the degree of her sadness...
Even if it required a diploma from Tsinghua, Ye Tianfan would strive desperately to get one.
