"Ha!" Song Qingyang laughed again: "Is there any other explanation?"
"Of course!" Yu Dou replied: "Just like you're interested in philosophy, you read philosophy books, but it doesn't mean you love philosophy. You are interested in art, so you learn to paint, but maybe after a while you lose interest. Just like you're interested in Western cuisine, you probably just enjoy eating it, rather than being passionate and keen to learn to cook it yourself..."
"So, what are you saying? That your interest in me might fade at any time, and now, you're just following a momentary curiosity in caring about me?"
Yu Dou snapped his fingers immediately: "Miss Song is very smart, that's exactly what I mean!"
Song Qingyang's face turned even darker. She suddenly stood up, picked up the red wine beside her intending to splash it, but her arm was firmly gripped by Yu Dou.
Song Qingyang tried to break free but failed.
