The two fell into a silence longer than ever before.
Finally, when Yi Dong lit his third cigarette—
"Let's stop the discussion about Diana A. Achizolti here."
Motan turned around and sat down on the beach chair next to Yi Dong, crossing his legs and retrieving a juice with a little umbrella from the storage room out of thin air. He said in an unpredictable tone, "I know everything you want to say, and I never considered myself a good person, so... rather than let you waste a lot of my precious time discussing her, we might as well wait until I have a relapse, and we'll figure out how to sort out my relationship with Yu Chen. Honestly, things on that end are less optimistic."
