Qin Hai didn't immediately answer Qiao Wei's question.
He lit a cigarette and stared blankly out the window into the night. Qiao Wei didn't rush him, cradling her teacup and slowly sipping her tea as she quietly watched him.
The corners of Qin Hai's mouth suddenly lifted, and after a self-deprecating laugh, he said, "I'm really an idiot when it comes to love, Sister Qiao. Did you know? I used to be so naive, thinking that since there was a marriage agreement with her, as long as I was good to her, devotedly woo her, protect her, care for her, she would come to like me and become my true wife, and we'd build a happy little family together. Love isn't that simple. If there's no mutual attraction, all the efforts are in vain, no matter how hard you try."