This can't be, right? She must have heard someone mention it; she surely couldn't have remembered on her own!
"Of course it's true," Fu Zhen said. "I have a very good memory."
The thorns on Pei Zhan's back gradually softened. He sat on the edge of the couch and after a while, turned his head: "Why?" Why would she remember him?
Fu Zhen smiled again. After smiling, she looked at him once more.
Pei Zhan looked at the ground.
The skewer of candied fruit she snatched from him, he still remembered every detail clearly to this day. No, in fact, he remembered everything related to her clearly. Yet, the fact that she also remembered was too surprising. Aside from the surprise, there was also something—a certain indescribable feeling that he had decided last night to discard.
