This time, Gu Yu did not make a sound for a long time.

  It wasn't until about a minute later that Wu Hao spoke up again: "Isn't it Qin Zhi'ai? Don't you remember? The Qin Zhi'ai who was always with my wife in high school, playing with us?"

  The room was still quiet, Qin Zhi Ai heard the faint sound of a lighter being opened, after a while, she heard Gu Yu Sheng's tone, very calm and indifferent: "I don't remember."

  "Don't you remember?" Wu Hao's tone was slightly urgent: "Not particularly tall, thin, very long hair, pale skin, big eyes... at that time my deskmate had a crush on that little girl..."

  "Oh no, you can't have really forgotten? You've met so many people, that little girl spoke with a soft and gentle tone, she's even prettier than your wife..."

  "Hmph..." Gu Yu Sheng suddenly let out a soft laugh, his tone tinged with mockery: "Unimportant old matters from years ago, who doesn't have better things to do, like you, remembering them so clearly just because they're bored."

  An unimportant old matter... Qin Zhi'ai's body shook uncontrollably for a moment.

  It turned out that the past time she had always thought was unbelievably beautiful, to him, was just an insignificant old affair.

  It was as if something had suddenly blocked her throat, making Qin Zhi'ai feel unbearably uncomfortable.

  She struggled to maintain her composure, but a layer of mist still gradually rose before her eyes.

  He doesn't remember her, really doesn't remember her... Wu Huan described it in such detail, but he still can't remember her...

  Qin Zhi'ai didn't have the courage to walk out of the restaurant, she held onto the teapot and took a step back. Then she heard Gu Yusheng speak up again, he probably had a cigarette in his mouth, his voice was somewhat muffled, and his tone seemed slightly frivolous: "Your wife's whatever BFF, has she ever chased after me? Or pestered me?"

  "Go, you're so beautiful, no one has ever chased after you or bothered you."

  "Really?" Gu Yu Sheng slowly blew a smoke ring, seemingly believing and doubting at the same time, lightly laughed twice, and casually said: "It's normal to not remember much."

  That's not normal at all... Qin Zhi'ai's hand trembled, and the teapot on the tray fell to the ground, making a crisp sound as it shattered into pieces.

  "What broke?" Lu Bancheng's ears were sharp and he spoke first.

  Qin Zhi Ai suddenly realized that she had lost her composure after all. She hastily squatted down and cleaned up the mess on the ground.

  She was heartbroken and her movements were too hasty. Accidentally, the palm of her finger was scratched by a piece of porcelain, leaving a small wound.

  A slight pain made Qin Zhi's arm tremble slightly, and then a voice came from behind her: "What's going on? The teapot is broken? Didn't you get scalded?"

  Lu Ban Cheng asked several questions in a row before noticing the small wound on Qin Zhi Ai's fingertips: "Ah, cut yourself?"

  As Lu Bancheng let out a cry of surprise, Gu Yusheng, who had almost entered the dining hall with him, directed his gaze towards Qin Zhi'ai's fingertips.