Was there no hope anymore?
He bit down on his lips. His legs felt like lead. It was heavy.
Between the both of them he saw youth and a future.
If he thought about it, what was there between the both of them? Hurt, past and absurdness that he wasn't willing to think about.
Jiang Zuo never understood his problem. He really wanted to ask her, was it his fault for not knowing how to love someone?
Reality had proven it. It was his fault for not knowing how to love someone, because he never cherished or trusted others. But he had treated just one person good before.
Jiang Zuo lowered his gaze. He was a businessman. Even though they were about the same age they thought differently.
As compared to their beauty, he seemed to only have interests. No matter what he did, he would first think about the profit and loss.
How did he develop that?
