Louis Jefferson was a bit regretful, yet he maintained a smile and said, "However, I'm glad for you, you have found your Mr. Right."
"..."
Ella Lacey's face fell, where is her Mr. Right now?
She said in disappointment, "It's a pity, my Mr. Right has never liked me. He prefers my university classmate, Juliette Jones."
"Ha ha."
Louis Jefferson laughed knowingly, "Ella, you are wrong."
Very soon, he added another sentence, "However, it's not your fault."
"Um?" Ella was confused. What did Louis mean?
Why did it feel strange?
"Let's go to the small field," he suggested.
Louis led the way. There was a row of camphor trees planted along the edge of the field, under which were a few benches.
After Louis carefully wiped one down with a tissue, Ella sat down. She gazed at Louis with teary eyes, "Louis, are you hiding something from me?"
"Don't be in a hurry."
Pushing the glasses up his nose, Louis asked, "Do you remember my original surname?"
