Sogo Doma suddenly felt that there really was a barrier between people. It was like telling someone you killed without blinking, hacked your way from the Southern Heavenly Gate to Penglai West Road with a watermelon knife, and didn't blink for three days and three nights—only for them to ask whether your eyes were dry...
He'd only asked Rita in a mix of Chinese and English to show off how much he knew. Sure, it was all useless knowledge, but did useless knowledge stop being knowledge? And yet, what did she focus on? Why didn't he just use Chinese when communicating with people from China?
"Enough..." Unable to explain his own showboating, Sogo Doma could only say, "Let's stop talking about irrelevant things. Anyway, I was asking why you came again..."
"I..."
"Don't tell me you still haven't given up on taking Mashiro back?"
"..." Rita didn't answer, but from the look of her, the answer was obvious—no, she hadn't given up.
"I told you enough yesterday, didn't I?" Seeing that, Sogo Doma continued. "You're not doing this for Mashiro's sake at all..."
"To be honest..." Hearing that, Rita finally couldn't hold it in anymore. "I thought about a lot after going back yesterday. Maybe you're right, but..."
"But what? You're doing it for yourself?"
"Maybe. Still, could you please let me speak with Mashiro alone one more time?"
"If I said no, what would you do?"
"Then I'll stay here until Mashiro comes out."
"Are you sure?" Sogo Doma tilted his head. "I really can do this, you know..."
"I'm sure!"
"Then wait." He'd seen stubborn people before, but never someone this stubborn. Still, even though he'd never seen someone quite this stubborn, Sogo Doma knew how troublesome it was to be pestered by one. "I'm sure you know