Shen Jingcheng thought the girl was truly adorable, but quickly, he realized that this was actually a very, very serious matter.
"You recognize this hairpin?"
"It's Xiao Meng's. Let me tell you about the memories that were activated in me."
"Alright, then I'll take you out."
"No need. Just here is fine. Also," Wenyan made a request, "could you please take off your glasses?"
Shen Jingcheng paused for a moment, immediately understanding Wenyan's intention.
She didn't want him to see her face clearly as she recalled her memories, for he might have made her cry.
"Of course, this is for you."
"What's this?"
"A pack of tissues."
Wenyan burst into laughter through her tears: "Professor Shen, you're quite well-prepared."
Shen Jingcheng smiled: "Personal habit."
Wenyan gave an acknowledgement, then suddenly pulled out something from her pocket: "Then I wonder if you'll mind this personal habit of mine."
