"I like you." Zhang Yao lowered his head and rested his hands on the railing, seemingly casually saying.
"Ah? Do you like me?" Jiang Han said, "Goodbye, I..."
"I'm very dedicated." Zhang Xiao took out a cigarette in his hand.
Jiang Han looked back at him, took the cigarette from his hand and put it in his mouth, then took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it/slowly took a puff of cigarette, "Really?"
Intention: secular understanding