She looked up, "Wang Shanxi?"
Guan Sixing frowned, "You've mistaken me for someone else."
Wang Shanxi was his student.
"There's no way I'm mistaken," Jhiang Youyou was certain, "We've met at school, I'm the doctor who did your physical examination, don't you remember me?"
Guan Sixing's face was expressionless, "I remember."
He wasn't like someone else, with such a poor memory.
He came down from the ladder, squatting down to pick up the nail that had fallen at her feet. Just as she stood up, the wide hem of her skirt swiftly brushed against the back of his hand.
The nail dropped to the ground once more.
He stared at his hand, annoyed.
"What were you doing up there?" Jhiang Youyou looked up curiously around her.
"Repairing the tower."
He went to pick up the nail again.
A patch of dust had found its way onto his head, perhaps from bumping into the tower's crossbeam.
