Her youth had been scarred by Du Jiahao, bearing wounds that should have never been necessary.
The past was veiled by time, covered in a layer of dust.
Youth faded gradually, and few people or events were revisited in thought; memories also became somewhat blurred.
Yet, Lai Zhiyun's dislike for Du Jiahao did not diminish with the erosion of time—she detested him as much as ever.
Hence, upon encountering him, Lai Zhiyun felt a bit irritated and couldn't resist bringing him up to Zhou Liao.
And it was precisely because of her dislike that she didn't want to discuss this person too much.
Touching on the issue briefly, Lai Zhiyun changed the topic.
"I live in Fu'an Flower Garden, is it on your way?"
"It's on the way, I live in Tianhong Yipin, not far from your place."
But not close either, about a ten to twenty-minute drive, Lai Zhiyun thought to herself.
It was on the way, but not entirely so.
