Bei Lingfeng did not intend to purposely blame, after all, he understood Hua Yunliang's inner pain and also understood his helplessness and sorrow behind getting terribly drunk!
Love, by nature, was a speechless wound, unable to be severed or surmounted—he understood that best!
Yet, sometimes, those who could not grasp their own affairs always seemed able to clearly discern the affairs of others!
Oh ... how ironic!
He smiled bitterly at the bottom of his heart.
Watching Hua Yunliang finally hanging his head silent like a grandson, the rage in his heart simmered down greatly. He sat back down, relaxed his body, leaned back into the sofa with a leisurely posture, and continued, "I just don't understand, what exactly are you afraid of?"
Hua Yunliang, bluntly exposed, obviously couldn't save face. He turned away, no longer looking at him, just relaxing the tension from earlier, sitting there aimlessly with a deadpan expression, his gaze unfocused!
