After settling the bill, the two left the restaurant, Ye Qiao still carrying the partially eaten cake in her hands—she was too full from the meal to finish it, and not wanting to waste it, she decided to take it with her.
They got back into the car, Ye Qiao sitting in the backseat, glancing at Ji Mo's hand on the steering wheel and then sneaking a look at his profile, her big eyes rolling around curiously.
"Ji Mo, can I ask you another presumptuous question?"
Ji Mo, driving the car, calmly replied.
"Ask."
"You must answer honestly, and you have to answer."
"Okay." Ji Mo smiled.
"Well... my question is... do you still love Pei Ruoxi?"
Ji Mo almost instinctively shook his head.
"Really?"
"At the beginning, when I went abroad, occasionally I would remember her and feel a bit resentful, but later... I felt nothing, not even hatred," Ji Mo said with a self-deprecating laugh, "It's all in the past."
