Love blossomed, tinged with a rosy hue. It was only as dawn approached that the two reluctantly parted.
Nestled in Zhao Dong's embrace, Wang Jing's face was brimming with happiness. Zhao Dong, on the other hand, smoked one cigarette after another, a conflicted look on his face.
"You have something to say, don't you?" Wang Jing suddenly asked.
"Ah..." Zhao Dong hastily extinguished his cigarette, his expression awkward.
"I know what you want to say." Wang Jing caressed Zhao Dong's arm. "You want to say that you have other women, right?"
"Well..." Zhao Dong could only manage a bitter smile. Wang Jing was just as sharp as she had always been.
"Yes, I do have other women... but I..."
"Shh!" Wang Jing placed a hand over Zhao Dong's mouth. "There's no need to explain. From the moment we first met again, I knew. You and I are from different worlds now."
"A divorced woman with a child... I'm not worthy of you."
"No, that's not what I meant..." Zhao Dong tried to explain.
