A moment later, Rong Feiyu managed to muster a forced smile on her face. "I've forgotten all about our childhood."
"But I haven't." Su Yifan gently held her hand, warmth filling his eyes. "When we were kids and those bullies tormented me, you stood in front of me with a brick in hand. Later, those older kids pushed you into a filthy pond, nearly drowning you. You were feverish and delirious for a week after that rescue. I could never forget such a thing, Feiyu. I've loved you since we were children. Do you even remember our first meeting?"
A wash of memories colored Su Yifan's expression.
Rong Feiyu grinned slightly. "We don't need to remember childhood events in such vivid detail. It's all in the past."
"Seems you've truly forgotten," Su Yifan sighed. "When they pulled you out of that pond, I asked you your name. You started saying your surname was Rong, but then you fainted before you could finish."
