"You go! Let me be alone for a while." Meng Ping lit another cigarette and continued to puff and exhale clouds.
Unable to let go, unable to forget, unable to achieve... he, Meng Ping, had actually fallen to this point. He thought he could do it; his self-control was supposedly very good, yet he failed the moment he encountered her.
The saddest part is that she avoids him like the plague, she wouldn't even make eye contact with him.
"Don't keep sitting here, it's too cold." Xu Mo stood up, wrapped his clothes around him, and stomped his feet, "Come on, I'll take you for a drink!"
Meng Ping was a regular at nightclubs, and he even owned many of them. He hadn't been in a long time, nor did he dare to drink; before drinking, he could still maintain his rationality, but once he drank, even he didn't know what he might do.
