Just then, Bei Lingfeng, who had been resting on the sofa after taking his medicine, felt much better. He sat up and locked eyes with Hua Yunliang.
The air became quiet again, and their gazes met once more.
One pair of eyes held a melancholic depth, the other was inscrutable.
Hua Yunliang suddenly let out a laugh, then leisurely smoked his cigarette. He didn't directly answer Bei Lingfeng's question; instead, he mocked himself:
"You're right, I'm the kind of person who likes to talk big. Maybe one day, if Ye Feifei doesn't want me anymore, I might end up pestering her non-stop just like you, for I'm someone who sticks stubbornly to my guns too! Hahaha... When you look at it that way, we're actually quite similar, so don't overthink it. I'm just angry today, nothing more..."
By saying this, Hua Yunliang was essentially allowing both sides a way to back down gracefully.
