"What are you looking at?" Qing Si waved his hand in front of Wei Xiameng's face.
The woman blinked and gave him a soft smile. "No, that person there…do you think he looks a bit like Jiang Jinyan?"
Hearing that man's name coming out of Wei Xiameng's mouth once again, Qing Si's eyes darkened but he still followed her line of sight. "Where?"
"There." She pointed at the man who wore a long purple cashmere coat with his hair pulled up in a half bun. He was holding a girl in lilac dress in his arms, his tall figure covering her whole, so Wei Xiameng was unable to catch a clear sight of them. "Don't you think so?"
Qing Si raised a brow. He recognized Jiang Jinyan just in one glance. Who was he kidding? He had gazed at that particular silhouette countless times before; when the man was training, when he stood in line in front of him, when the light shone on him as the champion…it was impossible for Qing Si to erase it from memory.
