The moment Su Qianci walked into the room, she smelled faint tobacco. Looking inside, she felt a chill as cold wind blew on her skin. The window was open, the white curtains fluttered, and it was dark outside. The moon was bright and the stars were scant. The trees danced in the wind. Standing in front of window, Li Sicheng was still wearing his suit. His elbow on the window frame, he had a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke was blown toward the room. Ashes were hanging long, almost falling.
Noticing someone had entered, Li Sicheng did not turn around. He slowly flicked the ashes into the ashtray and said in a deep and calm voice, "Do you hate me?"
The sudden question made Su Qianci's heart thump. Like a planet hit by an asteroid.
Do you hate me…
The short question reminded her of all her sadness and frustration. Gazing at his back, her eyes dimmed and then became wet.
How can I hate you… You are Li Sicheng…