"So when you see him working three jobs and still refusing money, that's why. He's not dumb. He's just… too proud for his own good." Han Ming looked over at her.
The smoke curled between them, disappearing into the night.
They had just reached downstairs, and the taxi she'd called a while ago was already waiting with its headlights on and engine humming, the driver tapping his phone impatiently.
Han Ming flicked his cigarette onto the pavement and stepped on it, hesitating as if deciding whether to say something more.
Han Ming changed his words, "Don't look at how Brother Jing is different inside the school and outside. What 'student with good morals and behavior,' what 'good studies, good health, and good mindset,' he just doesn't want his uncle and younger brother to worry."
Han Ming originally wanted to get in the car and directly send her back, but was refused by Lu Qingyan.
"I'm not that delicate, Han Ming," she said, half-yawning. "I won't die on the ride home."
