Lin Chu took a sip of his drink, casually picked up the bouquet of white roses, pulled out a single stalk, and began tearing it apart, petal by petal.
Liao Meili's heart ached watching him.
'What did the flowers ever do to you?'
'Why are you ripping them apart?'
"Lin Chu, why don't you tell me about your past relationships?"
She couldn't help but change the subject. She figured if they just kept talking, he might snap out of it.
Lin Chu glanced at her. "Didn't you see it with your own two eyes? You were even there for it. What's there to talk about? Want to twist the knife some more? Forget it. There's no point."
He took another gulp of his drink.
And continued to shred the flower.
"If you want to talk so badly, tell me about your past. Let's see what kind of relationship history it takes to forge a woman with a heart of stone."
Lin Chu said this with an air of utter indifference, looking as if he'd given up on everything.
