"But my many years of experience are enough to make my heart old." Luo Tong said, getting up to open her purse, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, "Sorry, I'm kind of addicted."
"Smoke away, I don't mind."
"Thanks." Luo Tong took a couple of fierce drags and said, "Ayan, you haven't experienced despair, you don't know what despair is. You haven't been forced into doing what you don't want to do. You haven't begged along the streets in the cold wind when there was nowhere else to turn, and you haven't felt the sensation of almost dying from illness. At that point, it felt like my soul was going to float out of my body, hovering mid-air, truly… you also haven't experienced the feeling of being slapped in the face and humiliated at will. I've been through all of this, which you'll never experience in your life. Now you understand why my mindset is so old, right?"
"These aren't signs that you've resigned to decline, right?" Chi Yan asked.
