Starlight Has No Past

Ye Qiao grumbled: you two are both the misbehaving kind, but she only complained
in her mind. She had found out that when Zhou Tingsheng was in a good mood, he
was about as sane as Zheng Xishuo; but when he was irritated, he was quite frightening.
Tonight, she had just bid farewell to her past and there wasn’t a place in the city that she
could go to. She thought it wasn’t too bad to have him as a companion.

Amid the night breeze and smell of the hot pots, she felt unusually liberated. Though
she couldn’t figure why, it was a good feeling nonetheless and she didn’t want to spoil
the moment. She quickly marked down the items and soup base she wanted and returned
the menu back to him.

Zhou Tingsheng asked: “What do want to drink?”

Ye Qiao asked: “What do they have?”

“Beer and soda.”

Ye Qiao shook her head: “I don’t drink soda. So beer it is.”

Zhou Tingsheng took a glance at Ye Qiao whose face was still slightly red from her last
round of drinking and didn’t check anything on the menu: “Didn’t you have surgery before,
you sure you can drink alcohol?”

Ye Qiao replied: “No soda because I don’t like it. I’m not supposed to drink alcohol, but
out of the two, I’ll certainly choose the one I’m not supposed to.”

Zhou Tingsheng started laughing hard in the night breeze, even the couple at the next
table turned to take a look.

He marked a big check and said: “Alright, let’s listen to the patient.”

It was his way of saying that she was crazy.

Ye Qiao didn’t really care. People in this world are all crazy to some degree; the lesser
ones call it a hobby, those who don’t bother others: an addiction, only those who bite are
called insane.

Zhou Tingsheng handed over the menu to the waiter who recognized him: “Ok! And yours
is still the same?”

He nodded and turned to look at Ye Qiao as if he knew that she would glance over at him.

Ye Qiao hid her surprise and just said: “The hotel is far from here, can you get back in time?”

“You’re worrying about me?”

Ye Qiao chuckled: “Does this count as absent without leave?”

Zhou Tingsheng was unwilling to explain, even deliberately smearing himself further with
her assumption: “Why so nervous. Your women like to be kept waiting; the more they wait,
the more enthusiastic they get.”

Ye Qiao’s indifferent expression changed with his nasty comment.

Zhou Tingsheng knew he had hit the spot: “Today you finally look like someone who has
fallen out of love.” He then asked the waiter to add two more bottles of beer.

Ye Qiao had pretended not to be bothered just a few days ago, today she was showing
her despondency.

He felt that she seemed to enjoy giving herself a hard time.

She buried all the sadness, happiness, pain, affection, love and hate in her heart and thought
no one could see through her.

Even an ostrich was more carefree than her.

What kind of trauma had she been through?