Beside the small coffee table, Cheng Zhu and Chen Jieyu sat facing each other.
Each had a small wine glass in front of them, with half a glass of fruit wine still inside.
Chen Jieyu hadn't expected Cheng Zhu to respond like that.
Earlier, she had been immersed in a despondent mood.
She didn't ask for much, just to maintain that last bit of her self-respect.
Really, all she wanted was to keep that tiny bit of self-respect.
In matters of love, she was somewhat naive; she genuinely didn't realize that some topics were difficult to address at that moment.
For Cheng Zhu, maybe saying one more word was a mistake!
Perhaps saying one less word was also a mistake!
Even more fatally—he couldn't just remain silent all the time!
All she wanted was to hold onto her last shred of dignity, which Cheng Zhu, with a soft heart, would certainly grant.
The most important thing was the precious atmosphere of the night; he wanted to leave Chen Jieyu with the best memories.
