Su Jia knew exactly how proud he was, and understood it well.
She would never cry in front of outsiders, but that time she cried miserably in front of him.
Su Jia puffed out a smoke circle, slowly speaking, "What's the good of being gentle like water, when all you can do is suffer when bullied."
Just like she was back then.
She, too, had been gentle like water, had lived naively at sixteen.
Until later, reality gave her a harsh slap.
It was then that she suddenly realized that only by becoming strong can one not be bullied by others, and protect the things one wants to keep safe.
Tang Yuzhou looked at her in her drunken state and was too lazy to argue with her.
He turned to the little girl behind him and smiled, "Sister, could you go out and buy me a pack of cigarettes?"
After speaking, he casually pulled out a stack of red bills from his pocket.
His movements were generous and imposing, his outstanding face not appearing ostentatious or extravagant.
