It's not surprising at all that Ye Qingci or Qiu Yuxi would drive such a car.
He trailed behind them, following them into the club.
The club was bustling with guests, people coming and going. Dressed impeccably, he looked every bit like a successful man. Nobody paid him any attention.
He smoothly entered the club and saw them heading into one of the private rooms.
He knew Qiu Yuxi had a fiery temperament. If he barged in recklessly, she likely wouldn't have anything nice to say to him. So, he waited outside.
He heard Feng Qing singing that song.
Listening to Feng Qing's singing, images of their past together kept flashing through his mind.
Feng Qing's voice, Feng Qing's smile, Feng Qing's meticulous care for him.
He thought he could forget Feng Qing, but as he greedily peered at her face through the crack of the door, he realized—he couldn't forget her at all!
