"The party my mentor is hosting doesn't need to be too formal," Liu Zheng said indifferently. His gaze became hard to read, as if he was recalling something. A slight clench of his fist revealed the wild, desperate past vividly before his eyes.
Xu Ai was taken aback. This was a private gathering.
Was his mentor the same professor she knew?
If so, how would she face him?
"Just dress casually, and he won't remember you," Liu Zheng said lightly. After all, Xu Ai had only attended his lectures in the past, and to obtain good resources for his girlfriend, he had mentioned her to the professor, but it had led to nothing. The mentor had asked him about his girlfriend before, and he had said she went abroad, they had broken up, and after that, he never asked again, probably forgetting about her long ago.
"Okay."
All those past events, the pain and love, were etched in his heart alone.
...
The next morning, Xu Ai dragged Qiao Xia and Meng Qian out to shop for clothes.
