Chapter 112: Never Being Rembered Is the Cruelest Thing (2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
This ti, Gu Yusheng remained silent for quite a long ti.
After about a minute had passed, Wu Hao said, “Her na is Qin Zhi’ai. Don’t you rember her?” When we were in high school, she was always around and hung out with us.”
Qin Zhi’ai still didn’t hear Gu Yusheng, but soone flicked a lighter. After a while, she heard Gu Yusheng emotionlessly saying, “No, I don’t!”
“No?” A sense of impatience was clear in Wu Hao’s tone. “Not very tall, slim, very long hair, bright skin, beautiful eyes. My deskmate even had a crush on her…”
“Oh, my! Do you really not rember her? You’ve t her many tis. That girl, she talks softly, and she looks even more beautiful than your wife…”
“Ha…” Gu Yusheng suddenly laughed with irony. “Unlike you, I don’t have the extra energy to rember insignificant things from the past.”
Insignificant things from the past… Qin Zhi’ai trembled uncontrollably.
It turned out that in the past when she had spoken to him, talks that she rembered as unimaginably marvelous were just insignificant and old to Gu Yusheng.
With emotion clogging her throat, Qin Zhi’ai felt extrely uncomfortable.
She tried very hard to stay calm, but her eyes still felt wet.
He doesn’t rember , he really doesn’t rember … Even though Wu Hao already gave him such a detailed description of , he still doesn’t…
With no courage to walk out of the dining room, Qin Zhi’ai picked up the teapot and took a step back, then heard Gu Yusheng saying in a unclear voice, muffled by the cigarette in his mouth, “The best friend of your girlfriend, did she chase before? Or bother ?”
“Ha, you wish! She has never chased you or bothered you.”
“Hasn’t she?” Gu Yusheng blew out a smoke ring slowly, smiled as if he only believed half of what Wu Hao had said, and responded glumly, “Well, then it’s normal that I don’t rember her.”
It’s normal… Qin Zhi’ai’s fingers quivered, and the teapot fell down to the floor from the platter and smashed with a crisp sound.
“What broke?” Lu Bancheng was the first one to hear the sound, so he was the first one to ask.
Qin Zhi’ai realized that she was still affected emotionally and had reacted uncontrollably, so she squatted down to clean the ss on the floor.
She felt very upset, moving in a hurry, so her finger was cut by the porcelain pieces.
Qin Zhi’ai’s arm trembled a bit because of the subtle pain, when the voice of Lu Bancheng ca from behind. “What happened? The teapot’s broken? Did you get burned?”
Lu Bancheng asked her several questions in a row, then noticed the small cut on her fingertip and asked worriedly, “Oh, you have a cut on your finger?”
As Lu Bancheng scread, Gu Yusheng, who had rushed into the dining room just after him, set his sights on Qin Zhi’ai’s fingertip.
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