Gu Xiaoer looked up at him, smiling, slightly intoxicated.
"Do you really like me that much? What is it that you like about me..."
Han Luoli felt a stirring in his heart.
After all these years, what is it that I really like about you?
Han Luoli closed his eyes briefly, his gentle voice wafting out, as if in remembrance.
"Five years ago, I fell from a helicopter into the sea. The water was cold, and I kept swimming forward with all my might. In the deep sea, where the shore was invisible, all I knew was to keep moving ahead relentlessly. Back then, my mind was filled with memories of the moments we shared. I wondered, if I died, would I be unable to even remember you? The thought of that made me realize that death is a terrifying thing, and I couldn't die."
The girl, slightly dazed by alcohol, uncertain whether she was listening, clutched at Han Luoli's immaculate suit shirt.
She thought, perhaps Han Luoli was drunk too.
A cold wind blew through.
