At this moment, Liang Yu sat down quite naturally beside Pei Zhiyao.
In her hand, she still held a glass of red wine, which lightly clinked against the rim of Pei Zhiyao's glass.
After the 'ding' sound, Pei Zhiyao finally realized he had been lost in thought.
Liang Yu was indeed elegant, as she had been from the beginning.
Now, with the passage of time, she had become even more mature.
"Pei Zhiyao, why aren't you speaking? Don't you recognize me?"
Pei Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, about to say something when he was interrupted by Yan Jun.
"How could that be? Pei Zhiyao must have a very good impression of you. After all, he once said you were his 'once in a blue moon.' I don't believe he could forget you."
Pei Zhiyao didn't offend them.
Instead, he cautiously reminded them:
"It's all jesting from the past. Everyone has their own lives now, it's probably better not to disturb each other."
Liang Yu's face showed no odd emotions.
