Remembering the past, Wen Yi couldn't help feeling ironically amused. She tugged at her lips, unintentionally curving them into a hint of a smile.
Mo Shichen happened to catch sight of it.
It could only be described as a microexpression—her gaze distant, focus slightly scattered as if she had recalled something far in the past that made her want to laugh, tinged with a vein of mockery. Yet it was fleeting, as if it was an insignificant trifle that had inadvertently come to mind.
Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, experiencing an indescribable feeling.
Was it because he had lost his memory of her while she had known him for a long time? He instinctively felt that she understood him very well, but he was ignorant of the thoughts beneath her expression.
Wen Yi remained silent as well.
