Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Who is she cursing at?
Gu Yusheng slightly furrowed his brows and, ignoring Lu Bancheng, made his way toward the door. Passing by him on his way, Gu Yusheng paused as he held his lifted foot briefly and then stomped it down onto Lu Banchengâs uninjured foot.
âSheâs referring only to you. It doesnât include me,â Gu Yusheng said neutrally as Lu Bancheng whimpered.
After a moment, he snuck a glance at the grimacing Lu Bancheng and then shouted, âJerk!â
Lu Bancheng growled and grumbled under his breath, âYou make it sound as if youâre not Haoziâs friend.â
âStarting now, Iâm not.â With his back facing Lu Bancheng, Gu Yusheng then strode unhurriedly toward the door where everyone else was waiting.
...
Upon reaching the entrance of the Jiayuan Tea Restaurant, he coincidentally spotted Qin Zhiâai scurrying anxiously into a taxi. Silently watching her taxi drive away, he ignored his friends, who had been talking to him incessantly, and turned to walk to the waitress stationed at the entrance who had handled Qin Zhiâaiâs bill.
âJust now, there was a lady who did not order anything and left after paying for the service charge. Whatâs the name of the person who reserved her table?â
Charmed by Gu Yushengâs handsome looks, the waitress was eager to please him and began to check through the restaurantâs reservationsâ log. âAre you referring to the lady from Table 52? She arrived at 6:00 p.m.â
Because Qin Zhiâai had been there so early and had asked to wait for her friend before ordering anything, the waitress remembered her well.
âThat table had been booked two weeks ago. The reservation had been made for 7:30 p.m. tonight... Oh, and that lady arrived an hour and a half early.â Scrolling through the log with her perfect pale pink nail polish manicure, the waitress continued. âThe person who reserved the table was Mr. S.â
Gu Yusheng nodded with a straight face and stood there silently without any reaction until someone standing at the door called out, âBrother Sheng.â Snapping out of his daze, he replied âmmâ to the waitress and turned and left.
...
In the car, Lu Bancheng and two other friends were chatting animatedly.
Gu Yusheng, however, remained reticent in the backseat of the car, staring out of the car window at the night landscape flashing by. Suddenly, the memory of the scene when he had received Aâs letter of reply 20 days ago drifted into his mind.
Throughout these years, although he had remained in touch with A, he had never revealed much about his real life to her, owing to the fact that he didnât understand why he had initiated writing to A in the first place.
This had been true even after he had left the army. Heâd never informed her about his change of address, and his ex-comrades had forwarded her letters to him in Beijing.
He had only received Aâs letter after he had sent Qin Zhiâai back to Hangzhou, finished with his business matters in the Shanghai branch office, and returned to Beijing.
If he hadnât managed to finish his work early that day, he probably wouldnât have even had the time to read Aâs letter any time soon.
Upon opening the envelope, the first thing that caught his attention was not the content but the paper that A used.
Where have I seen this before?
After repeatedly inspecting the paper for some three minutes, it suddenly hit him that the paper was similar to what Qin Zhiâai had used when they were in the hospital.