Wang Shuo's Last Love. EP>3

EP>3

As Wang shuo looked up.

It was.

Zhao Lin.

I'm not the one drinking alone, and talking to ghosts.

He stood there in tailored wool coat, hos dark hair disted with light rain, sharp eyes soft in a way didn't felt pity.

Wang Shuo

So what, you pity me ?

Wang Shuo

( he blinked )

Zhao Lin.

No,

Zhao Lin.

( he sat down across from him ).

Zhao Lin.

I don't waste my time, pitying people, I just notice them.

Wang shuo stared at him,

But there was something about his presence, not forceful, not demanding. Just quiet and rooted.

Zhao Lin.

( he raised a hand to the bartender ).

Zhao Lin.

Water for him.

Wang shuo chuckled under his breath, bitter and broken.

Wang Shuo

What, trying to save a wreck ?

Zhao Lin.

I don't believe in saving people,

Zhao Lin.

( he said simply )

Zhao Lin.

Just if someone catches my eyes. that's a different thing.

That silence returned.

But the warmth of the alcohol finally returned.

Wang shuo's head rolled back against the brooth, lashed fluttering, breath uneven.

Wang Shuo

( his grip on the glass, loosened ).

Then nothing -- silence. Stillness. Like something inside him gave up.

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