“What’s the use? You like too many women; I don’t want to be a martyr. You keep chasing after women because you’re afraid of being abandoned again after truly falling in love. I don’t want that!” Chun cried. Having known him and observed him for so many days, she understood him well. “I won’t play your love games!”
“Chun!” Zhengxiu embraced her, “Save me!” He was in such pain he could not help himself.
“Shameless! Do you still expect things to be like last time?” She pushed him away with all her might. “Only you can save yourself!”
Picking up her purse from the ground, Ling Mu Chun stormed out of the villa.
Her heart ached. Zhuang Nei Zhengxiu covered his heart. The hatred for his father was too strong; could this be his eternal scar?
It was bound to be a restless night. After receiving a call, Tian Zhong Wenshan hurried to the surveillance room to release Bing Shi Qingjie.
“Drinking, fighting, you’re already 17, and still acting like a child.” Seeing his sullen face, Wenshan didn’t know what to feel.
Bing Shi Qingjie kicked a pebble on the ground. “Is there something wrong with how I live my life?”
“You’re just living, without knowing your purpose. Is there anyone you want to protect?”
He leaned against the railings, looking down at the traffic below. His youthful face carried a hint of maturity beyond his years. The person I like is right in front of me, but I absolutely can’t say it. “Protect someone? Tian Zhong Wenshan, you’re too impractical. There are no promises or commitments in this world.”
Wenshan stood beside him. The lonely youth, avoiding the chance for happiness. “Perhaps you’ve chosen not to believe, so you feel there are no vows in the world.”
“I’ve tried to believe, but it only led to disappointment.” Bing Shi Qingjie straightened up, gazing at a line of light in the sky ahead. “I no longer believe I can attain happiness.”
“You can’t think that way. Qingjie, anyone can suffer misfortune; we can’t refuse to be hurt…”
“We can refuse! As long as you stop being foolishly trusting others, no one can hurt you!” he shouted at Tian Zhong Wenshan.
Wenshan hugged him, “You’re crying. Actually, deep down, you still want to trust, don’t you?”
