Wang Zijun was very embarrassed.
Xu Qing turned her head away expressionlessly, pretending not to recognize him, leaving his pleading gaze to meet with emptiness.
"Cough... Well, what a coincidence," Wang Zijun greeted her awkwardly, "I was just thinking you looked familiar..."
The girl continued to rage: "Just familiar?!"
"Err..."
Wang Zijun's eyes darted around, "I'm a bit face-blind, you know... Um, I remember you were good at drawing."
He noticed the corner of a drawing board peeking out from the bag the girl was carrying.
"Oh?" Her anger subsided a bit, "You actually remember that."
"Of course, let's not talk about that. How have you been lately?"
"Pretty good, everything tastes delicious, body's in great shape... You don't seem too well," the girl snorted.
"Indeed not too well."
Wang Zijun lowered his head; having to take the subway already, no one would believe his boasting anymore.
