Sitting on the bus ride home, Cheng Su couldn't help but take out that portrait from her bag again, scrutinizing the person in the picture, as if trying to discern something from it.
However, she couldn't see anything at all.
This person, she had no impression of whatsoever. She even doubted whether, in these two lifetimes of hers, any memory of such a person existed.
Cheng Su closed the portrait, shut her eyes, and began to recall carefully. After a long while, she opened her eyes again.
Truly nothing.
To her, this person was merely a passerby, not even having brushed past her, let alone anything else.
Who could he be, and what was his relationship with Little Cheng Su?
If a relative, they should have taken him away, but if not, then what role was he playing?
Cheng Su pondered but couldn't think of any clues; she really couldn't figure it out.
