The man's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes fixed on her, his thin lips moved slightly, struggling to say a single sentence, "Song Xi, do you even have a heart?"
His voice was very hoarse, carrying a hint of sarcasm.
Song Xi was stunned, completely unsure of what the man meant by this remark; she realized she had never really understood Jiang Yingjie.
Or perhaps, she had never seen through him.
Staring down at the teacup in front of her, Jiang Yingjie's words 'Song Xi, do you even have a heart?' echoed constantly in her mind until the bitter feeling in her heart became increasingly clear.
After a while, she released her grip on the cup, placed her hands on her knees, looked up at Jiang Yingjie opposite her, and with a faint smile, said, "Of course I have a heart; how could a person not have a heart? Without a heart, how could I be sitting here talking to you right now?"
Anything with life in this world has a heart.
