He took a drag on his cigarette, and as he exhaled the smoke rings, he realized that he couldn't even give a definite answer to himself.
Mo Beiyan didn't understand the concept of liking and being moved; women were just for fun, even if too much fun harmed the body, the heart couldn't be involved.
Because once the heart is involved, heartbreak is inevitable. Nothing is eternal, and apart from himself, he trusts no one.
That's why he never gets emotionally involved.
Mo Beiyan also didn't believe that he would truly fall in love with any woman. Even though he indeed felt differently about Tong Ran, he told himself it was just the feeling of being accustomed to home.
So, liking her?
Ridiculous!
Mo Beiyan's lips slightly curled up as he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and turned to lie down.
Sleep is more reliable than love; at least being asleep makes him feel comfortable.
***
The whole night was icy cold.
