As if he could read her mind, Adrian added, "Let's get some sleep. I'm tired too."
"…"
"Claire?"
"I don't want to sleep. Why don't we talk for a bit?" 'It seemed they'd never really communicated before; their relationship had always been rather one-sided.'
Adrian gave a small nod. "What do you want to talk about?"
Claire asked curiously, "I want to know what you're thinking. Why were you smoking?"
Adrian was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "I'm under a lot of pressure. You wouldn't understand these things even if I told you now. I'll tell you about them gradually in the future. As for smoking… it's like when you suddenly get a craving for milk tea. I'm not addicted."
"Oh?" Claire stared at him in surprise. "So you're in a bad mood?"
Adrian shook his head. "I'm not in a bad mood, I just can't wrap my head around a few things."
"Then tell me the simplest one. Maybe I can help you think it through."
"The simplest thing..."
"Mhm!"
