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He Yanyan's voice was not particularly pleasant, rather deep, and maybe because she had been drinking, a bit hoarse as well—perfect for the style of this song.
Sitting beside Suming, Nangong Yan suddenly let out a deep sigh.
After a moment of thought, Suming spoke softly to her, "I had a thing with her in our freshman year."
Nangong glanced at Suming, her smile tinged with sarcasm, "I know that."
"You know?" Suming was startled, but then it occurred to him that it wasn't impossible. Although he hadn't told anyone, during those few months, the two of them had been all over the city together—it was likely they had been seen by classmates.
"Naïve. I am a woman too, you know. The way she looks at you, her eyes practically light up. If I couldn't see that, I'd have lived all these years for nothing." Nangong Yan chuckled, "Listening to her sing, it's quite sentimental. Who doesn't have a past? After this reunion, why don't you ask her out for a meal?"
"For real?" Suming said.
