Gu Lanshan folded her clothes neatly and placed them in the suitcase. As she was sealing the box with tape, she thought of the scar on Sheng Shi's back, on his shoulder. Her eyes blinked, and she tilted her head, lost in thought. Could it be that the scar on his back was left while wearing this shirt?
This was a shirt from Sheng Shi's youth. When did that happen? Why couldn't she remember?
Perhaps, at that time, maybe she and he were not that familiar with each other?
Gu Lanshan stood up from the ground and looked around at the clothes she had sorted out. Thinking that tomorrow was her wedding anniversary with Sheng Shi, she should ask him out. With that thought, she picked up her phone, sat down on the sofa, and pondered over how to draft the message.
...
It was inevitable to be busy on a Monday, but Sheng Shi still had his secretary cancel all his appointments for the afternoon.
He skipped lunch and sat alone in his office, smoking.
