Or maybe she never wanted to remember him, so she pretended to forget.
Ruan Xincheng looked at the bright moon outside the window, placed his wine glass aside, took out his phone, and dialed Sheng Qingxue's number.
The phone rang several times before someone finally picked up.
Ruan Xincheng spoke hoarsely, "Sheng Qingxue, you heartless woman, didn't you like me very much back then? Why is it that just because I was late, you erased me completely from your life?"
"Wasn't it you who insisted on stuffing 'gifts' into my drawer, constantly swaying in front of me to catch my attention? I noticed you and allowed you to sway in front of me, but why, did you just leave without a word?"
