After Zhan Se finished checking Little Thirteen's homework and allowed him to take Ah Meow to play in the yard downstairs, she sat on the beauty couch on the balcony, pondering Sun Qing's expression when she looked up and occasionally stealing a glance at her face, pretending to be nonchalant. She couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Sun Qing, even I would be moved, let alone you. You're really stubborn!"
Sun Qing pursed her lips, her face wearing a faint smile as if nothing had happened just moments before.
"That's because I've always known what I want."
"What do you want?" Zhan Se asked.
Looking past her face, Sun Qing's gaze fell on the windowsill behind her, seemingly merging with the light there, "How sincere can a man be towards a woman when he's grown up amidst a pile of women? Before they get what they want, they can sweet-talk you like you're a flower. But once they have you, don't they just cast you aside like worn-out shoes? Do you think I'd be an exception?"