"Amei," he looked at her with a faint smile hooking up at the corners of his mouth.
She knew it all too well. It was that smile he gave her every time before he went onto the basketball court, and then he'd say to her, "Nothing will go wrong, I'm here, and we will surely win."
Her knees suddenly went weak, not from exhaustion or powerlessness, but from an abrupt relaxation throughout her body.
His outstretched hand gripped firmly, supporting her half-sliding body. She lifted her head, looking into his eyes.
Cheng Siquan watched them, and all of a sudden, he was seized by a strong shake at the core of his heart. The way his ex-wife looked at this man was just like how they had looked at each other when they first fell in love.
"Who are you?" Without thinking, he blurted out the question.
"Regardless, you're divorced from her now, it's not your place to ask that."
