"Now," mentioned by Lu Niange, Ling Momo's expression became very pale. She casually averted her gaze and said, "So what?"
Lu Niange's eyes lowered slightly, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't know if it was because of the girl's indifferent "So what," or the effect of the alcohol he had consumed. He felt a burning pain in his throat. He had been miserable these past few days, repeatedly remembering their past, recalling the endless things she had told him with a smile. Back then, he thought she was such a silly girl. But now, he felt that the silly girl he loved dearly was gradually lost by him.
Lu Niange took another cigarette out of the pack, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then, licking his lips, he gazed at Ling Momo's handsome profile as if weighing a heavy decision. Finally, he said, "Momo, let's go back!"
Unable to help herself, Ling Momo chuckled twice, turned her head, and looked at Lu Niange without a word.
