From then on, their lives would no longer intersect, each would return to its peaceful state.
Once the motorbike reached the entrance of the supermarket, Jian Yufei deleted the message and got off.
Just as she was about to put away her phone, Gong Shaoxun suddenly snatched it, quickly typed his own phone number into it, saved it, and then dialed it, recording her number in his phone.
Jian Yufei glared at him. He handed her phone back with a proud smile, "From now on, when I'm not around, we can contact each other by phone. You can call me anytime if you can't find me or miss me."
Jian Yufei put her phone away, her eyes catching sight of a small key in his keyhole.
That keychain held a shrunken pencil sketch, visible from both front and back.
It appeared to be a drawing of her.
Gong Shaoxun took out the key, dangled the keychain in front of her and asked, "So, how's my drawing skill? Does it look like you?"
"Is this me?" Jian Yufei asked in confusion.
