Mo Yan spoke without much emotion, hearing that, Feng Yi rolled his eyes, "I'm talking about loneliness, solitude, and sentimentality."
"Don't you feel cold when you're sad? All you think about is having warmth and companionship." Mo Yan's tone was indifferent.
Feng Yi gave a "heh" and said, "You're good with words. I can't argue with you. Just you wait, I'll get my sister to talk to you."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
Mo Yan glanced at Feng Yi, then said indifferently, "Whatever you want."
"Brother Mo, can I call you my dear brother? You really don't need to be so obstinate!" Feng Yi spoke emphatically, "Knowing there's no outcome, why make things difficult for yourself?!"
Mo Yan: "There's a kind of happiness called 'waiting.'"
Feng Yi: "Yes, yes, there's that kind of happiness, but there's another kind called 'letting go.'"
