The conversation was getting difficult, and Su Ziceng simply turned her head away, staring at the car door handle that was pulled open 60 degrees. Finally, she let go of the handle.
Perhaps she was the most selfish one, or maybe, the love between Yang Wuxu and Su Qing Chang was the real deal. What did it matter if they were thirty years apart? In Su Qing Chang's life, there might never be another woman as passionate as Yang Wuxu.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder from the fireworks, possibly red, possibly green, but whatever the color, it was pungent and inescapable.
"When I first heard the news, I was curious why you didn't choose me," Pello's words carried a sense of loneliness, causing Su Ziceng to look up. He gestured towards the man peeking outside the barbecue restaurant, using his back to shield Su Ziceng.
