She picked up the coffee and took a sip, "Ying Han, don't you think that belated love is cheaper than grass?"

Ying Han lowered his eyes. He had a natural sadness filter.

Ying Han's eyes are full of stories. Whenever he looks at someone seriously, his expression is often affectionate and innocent.

It seems like no matter what bad things he does, he can be forgiven.

*** secretly pinched his thigh under the table to calm himself down.

"I know."

Ying Han forced a wry smile, "It was only after we separated that I realized how important you are."

*** pinched himself hard, but something still hit him deep down.

Ying Han figured it out in the car that day: if he had to climb up by himself, he would have no chance at all.

He does not have Song Yuchen's strength, nor Jiang Xu's family background.

He wanted to compete with both of them, but he had no chance of winning.

Ying Han has only one way to go, and that is to commit suicide.

Seeing that the army was about to collapse, she subconsciously stood up with her bag, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"***."

As the two passed by, Ying Han reached out and grabbed ***'s wrist, "I won't force you to do anything, but I want to tell you one thing: I'm free."

*** looked up at him, his eyes full of affection and a little sadness, "I'll be waiting for your news at any time."

*** shook off his hand and turned to walk away.

Ying Han looked at her back as she left, sat down and finished the cup of coffee, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Coffee is my style, not bad."