Chen Xiao watched Xiao He's actions, his eyes fixed firmly.
"Ms. Xiao, how many cigarettes did you put out with your fingers to become so numb?"
Xiao He's expression flickered, her movements froze in place.
But it was just for a second, Xiao He smiled bitterly:
"It's just a personal habit, whether it hurts or not doesn't matter, what's important is that it gives me some comfort."
"Wouldn't such comfort be somewhat pathological?"
"Heh, the pain in the body is always minor, it's the pain from here, and here that's truly unbearable."
As Xiao He spoke, she pointed at her head and then her heart.
"Ms. Xiao seems to be quite successful now, why still feel so bitter?"
"Oh, like fish drinking water, only they know if it's warm or cold." Xiao He said and took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a deep puff before continuing:
"Advisor Chen, do you have any other questions? If not, I'm a bit tired, please excuse my lack of hospitality."
