Zheng He: "But at the very least, haven't I taught you a new skill, opening up a niche way for you to make money? Why not just let me snap a photo, what's the big deal?"
Han Qianyi scoffed, covering her face as she spoke: "What 'teaching a new skill', opening up a niche way for us to make money? You're just afraid of losing face by begging alone, so you drag us down with you to save some face, to feel a bit better about yourself!"
Zheng He covered his face, gazing at Han Qianyi.
Love as deep as hate as sharp, Han Qianyi's unwillingness to comply with him now must mean her jealousy has peaked.
Zheng He's resentful gaze turned tender in an attempt to emotionally move Han Qianyi, "Have you forgotten the tough times we've shared? We've been through so much together, and although we aren't in the same group now, my feelings for you have never changed."
Han Qianyi let out derisive "Heh": "Sharing hardships with you is the biggest regret of my life, bar none!"
