Song Cheng'an watched the changing emotions in his eyes, feeling incredibly shocked.
In his memory, Jiang Jingheng didn't care about anything, reckless yet cold. Now, he has such rich emotions because of a woman.
He sighed, "Love really is a magical thing, it can easily change a person."
Jiang Jingheng glanced at him, indifferently saying, "Are you talking about yourself?"
Song Cheng'an shrugged, "Who isn't?"
He walked towards the door, "Alright, I won't disturb your rest."
"Don't go too far," Jiang Jingheng warned.
"Don't worry, I know my limits," Song Cheng'an chuckled.
He looked at the electric boiling pot on the tea cabinet and said, "If you tell her that the ginger tea was made by you, I think she'll be more touched."
Seeing no response, he turned his head to find Jiang Jingheng with his back to him.
His back looked cold, lonely, even with a kind of desperate resolution.
He said nothing more and left, closing the door behind him.
