Shi Yanqing pondered for a moment, "It was probably last year; I passed by your house on my way to an elder's house and saw you in the courtyard."
"Really? Such a coincidence?" Xiang Wan found it hard to believe, "You couldn't have remembered wrong, could you?"
"No." Shi Yanqing's tone was very certain, "There are a lot of roses in your family's courtyard, all of pretty valuable varieties, many not found on the market. The rose vines hang over the wall into the outside, a large patch visible from afar, quite beautiful."
Only then did Xiang Wan fully believe, "Oh... You have a really good memory."
In the midst of their casual conversation, they had already arrived at Xiang Wan's front door.
Xiang Wan got out of the car, standing on the roadside and waved to Shi Yanqing, "Thanks for giving me a ride home, goodbye."
Shi Yanqing watched her and paused, "When is goodbye?"
"..." Xiang Wan was dumbfounded and couldn't answer; isn't that just a polite thing to say?
