At present, Xinyi stared at Zhiyuan in a daze. Her gaze clouded as she reminisced that day, but more so because Zhiyuan remembered it.
"You said the same thing, didn't you?"
"You remember…?" Xinyi softly whispered.
Zhiyuan smiled. "Of course."
For Xinyi, she never forgot anything related to Zhiyuan, no matter how small that incident might be. She liked him that much.
But she didn't expect that Zhiyuan would remember it. It was just a memory, a minor event for him that shouldn't have held any place in his heart because he didn't like her.
She felt her eyes sting.
Xinyi quickly wrapped up everything. "I-I remember Grandpa had asked me to bring tea for him."
He nodded.
As she closed the door behind her, she leaned her back on it. She let the teardrop slide on her cheek.
Such a bittersweet feeling…
Xinyi gave a melancholic smile.
I wished that you had leaned on me at that time, Zhiyuan. I hoped that you had asked me for help.
Her heart clenched at the next thought.
