"No," Cheng Yanzhi said, "Grandfather said we should come home for dinner tomorrow."
"That's great!" Xia Yunsheng exclaimed, "I haven't seen Grandfather in a while."
Cheng Yanzhi looked at her, smiled, but didn't say anything.
In the evening, after dinner, they watched a movie in the living room. Xia Yunsheng was seated on the couch, nestled in Cheng Yanzhi's arms.
Cheng Yanzhi held her hand and asked, "Sheng, if you hadn't met Che when you were young, would you like him?"
Xia Yunsheng's heart skipped a beat. Why was he suddenly bringing up Ling Xiche?
"Why are you asking that?"
She hadn't mentioned or seen Ling Xiche after she returned.
Now, Cheng Yanzhi's sudden mention of him seemed strange to her.
If it weren't for Cheng Yanzhi, the man she might have married could be Ling Xiche, right?
She gripped her fingers but remained silent.
Cheng Yanzhi said, "I just wanted to ask you."
"I don't want to discuss this, anyway, it's impossible for him and me, isn't it?"
"..."
