"Jun Moyan said it himself, so you should stop worrying. They sleep in the same bed every day, how could Jun Moyan not notice if there's a problem?"
"It's not that I suspect Miss Wen has a problem, I just don't feel at ease and can't figure it out."
"There are plenty of things in this world that you can't figure out, and even more that you don't know about. Life is very long, and living too clearly is actually not a good thing. Not knowing and not understanding some things can make life much easier."
Qing Yi felt once again the strangeness and distance between them as she watched the drunkard lying flat, staring at the ceiling.
What is it that you can't tell me?
Do you know how hard it is for me to see you like this?
You refuse to tell me anything. Do you know that every time you say something that doesn't match your usually playful demeanor, or even just seeing you silent for a few minutes, I get very worried?
Qing Yi turned over, turning her back on the drunkard.
