"No."
Loh Cheng resolutely refused, took his own coat, and spread his hands towards her, "Since you want to be alone, I'll take you back to the apartment. You can calm down up there while I wait in the car downstairs. When you're ready, notify me, and I'll come up to find you."
"Do you really find this amusing?" Pei Ruoshui wiped his shoulder and walked to the window. She pressed the cigarette butt against the wall to extinguish it, leaving a gray-black mark, "Loh Cheng, we are impossible. It was impossible before, so, now it's even more impossible."
"Qingqing, I've already told you," Loh Cheng followed and stepped forward, his hands gripping her shoulders to make her face him, "as long as you're still Han Qingqing, I will always pursue you, until you marry and have children. Only then will I let go."
Pei Ruoshui didn't push him away, turning her head to look out of the window, "The Han Qingqing of the past is already dead."
