The sea breeze at night was salty and bitter, the waves turbulent and surging.
His eyes were bloodshot, glancing sideways in the direction of the sea, but uncontrollably, a scene of Jiang Jinghao appearing just now floated in his mind.
His hair still bore droplets of water, his upper body was bare, looking accustomed.
He lit a cigarette, took a couple of fierce puffs, and then threw the just-lit cigarette out, 'bang', he punched the steering wheel heavily.
Leaning back on the chair, he lowered his eyes slightly, remembering Qiao Mo's words and indifferent gaze, veins bulging on his forehead and arms, like the surging waves, his heart couldn't calm.
"If you don't want to be friends, let's just be strangers."
"Yes... I do like him, I do love him..."
'Bang!'
'Bang!'
'Ah!!!'
He opened his eyes, like a madman, growling low, grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and pressed his head against the steering wheel forcefully.
