"My energy is limited, I don't want to waste it on uninteresting people!"
Qinghe smiled gently. "Then, what should I do for you to let go of your anger?"
Dong Baowei squinted. "This anger is hard to dispel! What you did at the time was like stabbing my heart. I have allowed it once, but no matter how you compensate, what's done cannot be undone."
"Actually, you are trying to tell me not to be too persistent?"
She choked for a moment, suddenly fell silent.
"You, are self-sentimental!"
Then she abruptly turned her head, not looking at Qinghe anymore.
Qinghe laughed even more joyfully. "I know you are angry at me, know you hate and resent me. It's okay, this is what I deserve."
Afterward, he held a lock of her long hair. "That Miss Dong, what's her story? Her name is Dong Huiying, but she is not you; you are completely different people."
The Marshal remained expressionless, did not respond to this, but closed his eyes, putting on a look of 'I'm exhausted, need to rest.'
