He still stood there straight, with no expression on his face, just holding a cigarette in his hand, not smoking it, but quietly watching as it burned little by little.
Mu Yiliang felt as if she heard that low and melancholic background music again, like a cello.
The man was standing there casually, yet became a picturesque scene, making one stop involuntarily.
Mu Yiliang's gaze fell on his face, from his brows, to the bridge of his nose, to his lips... the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made her momentarily confused.
Yan Sijue, however, looked up at this moment, gazing at her quietly.
In the instant their eyes met, it was as if they traversed to the dawn of the universe and the end of time. She saw so many emotions in his eyes, but before she could differentiate them, everything fell into silence.
"Yan Sijue..." she involuntarily called his name, "Did we... once know each other?"
The man's cheeks stiffened.
His Adam's apple moved a little, "Why... do you say that?"
