"Xiao Yi, I don't like this place, this is where you first met Yue Jinghua, isn't it?" Although she didn't notice the bleakness in Fa Xiao Yi's eyes, driven by a woman's intuition, Lie Sisi raised her head and looked around.
The expression on Fa Xiao Yi's face darkened, and beneath his sleeve, his hand clenched into a fist. He answered deliberately, word by word, "Yes... It was here that I met that little wretch and her despicable father."
Having said that, Fa Xiao Yi suddenly struck out with his palm, hitting an old cherry tree beside him, and a flurry of cherry blossoms fell to the ground.
In the same place, with the same people around, Yue Jinghua's mind seemed to have grown a pair of tender, small hands, slowly piecing together the missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Following Fa Xiao Yi's cold narrative, her memory puzzle gradually revealed its full picture.
