Rong Ming would always smile and treat them gently. But she'd always bristle whenever he was around. He no longer remembered who had been the one to start this fight. What was first: the chicken or the egg?
Rong Ming closed her eyes and sneered.
"Thank goodness. I don't plan on accepting you either."
"Looks like you're counting your chickens before they're hatched. You can't fix that side of you, huh?"
"They say you shouldn't even look at a tree you can't climb. What will happen if you keep kicking at the base of the tree just because you can't climb it? The other proverb that claims that there is no tree you cannot climb is just a myth."
"...It looks like you don't understand what I'm trying to say."
"Are you sure? Maybe it's just that you can't win."
John had never won against Rong Ming. However, very rarely, he'd feel like he could win and be filled with a raging fire. Ultimately, the result was the same.