Huai Shi looked down at the plane ticket next to Liu DongLi, suddenly coming to his senses from a hangover.
Chai Fei nodded.
"There's something I've never said before," Huai Shi said after a long silence, sighing softly. "I really hate that air she has, as if she has everything under control."
He picked up his glass, downing the juice and ice cubes in one gulp.
He crunched the hard ice cubes and swallowed them.
The glass was gently placed on the coaster, its smooth rim reflecting Huai Shi's pupils.
He said, "I won't."
"TCH." Liu DongLi tilted his head and sighed.
