"But I don't believe it was you, but what about her?"
"How is she going to face the rest of her life? How will she face you? And how will you choose?"
"You don't need to answer me. I already know your choice."
He paused for a moment, exhaled a plume of white smoke, and said something he found ludicrous himself: "Your choice is not wrong."
Consider the big picture.
Make a big issue small, and let the small ones be.
He understands.
Li Huan added another comment: "But she is not wrong either."
Gong Chen's brows suddenly furrowed, his originally handsome and profound features appeared somewhat disheveled in the thin mist.
He lowered his gaze to the flickering cigarette end, falling silent.
As the cigarette was about to burn out, Chen Jin knocked and entered.
"Third Young Master, there's been a discovery."
Gong Chen looked up, stood up, and crushed the ember-end of the cigarette in his palm.
"Let's go."
Leaving the office, Gong Chen went to Lin Zhiyi's hospital room.