Zhou Luchen leaned forward from the waist up, his fingers stroking her still swollen lips. He was likely drunk, his gaze a bit hazy. Her smile was truly dazzling.
"Can't you just not smoke?" His words carried a plea.
"It'd be good if I died, so you'd remember for a lifetime, right? How I learned to smoke, don't you have a responsibility?" Shen Jing said with a laugh as she got up.
Her palm was caught by Zhou Luchen. He frowned and asked, "Is it because you miss me?"
Shen Jing responded provocatively, "Miss you? So what if I do, Zhou Luchen? When I left, if you had shown me even a sliver of certainty, I wouldn't want to argue with you anymore. What now? Have you realized I'm still beautiful, or is it that you haven't found a satisfactory girl? The prodigal son returns? I don't believe in that saying; it's not realistic."
