It happened in a flash; Lu Meng sprinted to his side at a hundred-meter dash speed.
She plopped down next to him, jabbing her elbow into him hard, "Speak!"
Just one word, squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
Chilliness laced each syllable.
And the fierce desire to bite off his neck.
Song Yunchi grunted, the force of her elbow jab not light at all, causing his brow to furrow deeply in pain.
From the corner of her eye, Lu Meng noticed his pained expression and couldn't help but snicker, but she still kept a straight face, "Speak up, my time is precious."
"I just wanted to ask you, have you forgotten about that day's event?"
That day?
Which day?
Overcome with anger, Lu Meng clenched her little fists and pounded them onto him, "Forget? You tell me how to forget! I wish I could, but it damned well can't be forgotten. Aren't you despicable?"
Why must such awful memories keep swirling in her head, tormenting her from time to time?
