The two walked out of the cinema, chatting as they strolled.
They talked about many high school classmates and events, and what originally was a somewhat awkward atmosphere gradually became more harmonious.
Zhang Xiaoyue said, "When I first saw you in the newspaper, I thought it was just someone with the same name. It wasn't until I saw footage of your speech that I recognized you."
Chen Shouyi laughed and asked Zhang Xiaoyue, "Oh, how did that feel?"
Zhang Xiaoyue was silent for a moment and then shook her head, "It didn't feel like anything; just like a distant stranger."
Chen Shouyi paused, pretending not to see the trace of sadness on her face. "Ha, so heartless."
Zhang Xiaoyue pursed her lips, hummed twice without speaking, carrying a tinge of little temper, like a stubborn little lamb displeased with everyone, which made Chen Shouyi find it amusing.
The two talked, sentence by sentence.
