The two of them suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere became heavy again.
For a while, they could only hear each other's breathing.
It seemed that these two people were already used to this occasional quarreling, and also used to releasing the arrogance deep in their personalities when no one was around, venting without reservation.
Perhaps this is what the closest looks like.
However, in a way, silence can also ease the "on the verge of conflict" atmosphere between them at such times.
Bei Lingfeng slightly turned his body, looked toward a distant streetlight, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it by himself, and smoked it with immense frustration.
He didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked tonight; anyway, he had an almost demonic obsession with this elusive pleasure.
Hua Yunliang glanced at him sideways and shook his head, wanting to scold him but too lazy to speak.
