Han Chen was tilting his head back, drinking, when he heard Zong Zheng's words. He slammed the bottle onto the table with a thud. His dark eyes sank, and he shook his head. "No."
Du Moliang was puzzled, "How would you know if you don't try? Look at Zong Zheng, he shamelessly pursued my sister, and now they're together. Besides, you are not someone who wouldn't take responsibility."
"I just can't."
It was because he had tried before, not because Zhou Mo rejected him, but because he couldn't overcome a certain hurdle in his heart.
Han Chen took another swig of the alcohol.
Du Moliang and Zong Zheng exchanged glances, completely bewildered by Han Chen's response.
But Han Chen had his own stubbornness and obstinacy. If he couldn't offer Zhou Mo a certain future, he wouldn't get involved with her.
Han Chen continued to drink in silence.