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The room was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of the air conditioner blowing warm air.
Qiao Zhiyi was clenching her hands tightly, waiting for his answer.
She was nervous, unsure of which answer she would hear.
Shi Jingzhou took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Seeing him like this, Qiao Zhiyi's heart suddenly turned cold.
She had never understood; love or not, it's at most two words, what's there to think about?
Besides, is this question so difficult?
Could it be that he had never considered this question before?
When he had finished smoking, he finally looked up at her.
The depths of his inscrutable eyes held a complexity that Qiao Zhiyi couldn't understand; she dug her fingers tightly into each other, her palms pressed so hard that the pain which had long been overshadowed by her emotions at this moment.
"There are some things, I thought you'd understand without me saying them."