Zhao Yang embraced Zhang Xiuer, gently caressing her soft, elastic skin and said in a soft voice, "Sister Xiu'er, do you still remember that incident from three years ago?"
"You... are you talking about that big fire?" Zhang Xiuer's heart stirred as she asked.
"That's right," Zhao Yang said.
"Why bring this up all of a sudden?" asked Zhang Xiuer.
"Do you think that I could have started that fire?" Zhao Yang asked.
"Of course it wasn't you. I told you and Brother Li Ping at the time. It definitely wasn't you who set the fire," Zhang Xiuer asserted with certainty.
The year Zhao Yang was driven out of his home, Li Ping had not yet had the car accident. Zhao Yang remembered it clearly: on the day he left home with his backpack, only Li Ping and Zhang Xiuer had walked him to the edge of the village.
Yingtao, crying and shouting, wanted to go wandering with Zhao Yang, but was locked up at home by their father.
