"Tell me about the girl you like; what was she like back then?"
Ji Ziming sank his weight on the padded back seat and regarded the man in the driver's seat with his dark eyes.
He casually asked that before closing his eyes as if he were planning to sleep.
He seemed to be merely curious and had no other motive.
Fu Mingxuan noted his calmness through the rearview mirror and tightened his hands around the steering wheel.
"I already forgot."
He sucked in a deep breath.
"Forgot? If you had truly forgotten, you wouldn't have remembered and looked for her for years."
The man lightly rapped his fingers on the padded seat.
"…" He fell silent at this.
At this moment, the traffic light turned red. In tandem with the slowing down and eventual stop of the car, his riled-up heart also turned calm.
Swish!
He took out an exquisite-looking silver lighter and lit up a cigarette stick for himself.
