Shen Yan ate slower and slower. She frowned and inquired curiously, "Is the little boy in your story you? That girl..."
"Well, this is just a story. Also, the story is not over yet." The smile on Lu Yan's face grew brighter and brighter.
"Okay, please continue," Shen Yan responded with a smile.
After all, she had never met a little boy when she was young.
Yet, the second half of Lu Yan's story felt a little familiar to her.
Lu Yan took a sip of his beer, and a layer of moisture formed under his beautiful peach blossom eyes. He continued, "One day, the little boy finally walked up to the little girl and asked her if she still remembered him."
"However, the little girl was frightened by the little boy's expectant gaze. She then scolded him and fled. One day, when the little girl was about to go home after work, she passed by an alley. She ended up passing out and losing her consiousness.
