"Then all these years, you really haven't been in contact with her?"
"If I had been in contact with her, would I have forgotten her so completely?"
Su Xiaomeng pouted, glanced at him, "Then... can I ask you one more question..."
"Uh-huh, go ahead."
"Did you... ever have feelings for her?"
"..." Yin Shixiu looked at her deeply and suddenly burst out laughing, "Meng Meng... how many times do you want me to say the same thing?"
"What?" Su Xiaomeng pouted, not looking like a twenty-seven-year-old woman at all.
"You're my first love, Su Xiaomeng."
"..." Listening to this, Su Xiaomeng felt sweet inside, but said, "Your first love is pretty shallow, considering the number of relationships you've had. Every woman I've met claims that back when you were together, it was all lovey-dovey, wasn't it?"
Yin Shixiu chuckled softly.
"You find this funny?"
"Of course, they'd say that. Otherwise, wouldn't their jealous faces be even more unpleasant?"
He said lightly.
