Why Was It So Difficult to Forget Someone?

The man walking towards the doors did not seem to have heard Xia Yanran's shout. He had his hands in his pants pocket and continued walking.

"Mr Xiao, wait." Xia Yanran was wearing seven inch high heels and it was not easy for her to run.

It was only when the tall man neared the entrance that she caught up to him, panting softly.

Fortunately the man had stopped.

Xiao Yi turned around and looked at the woman not too far away from him.

She was fair so when she drank, her face was flushed like a ripe peach, as though the fragrance of the fruit could spill out from its delicate skin at anytime.

Xiao Yi was silent, his eyebrows lifted slightly, an arrogant look on him that seemed to say, 'Say what you want to say.'

Xia Yanran tried to lift her lips into a smile. She would practice smiling every time she looked in the mirror.

She used to wear her heart on her sleeve, whether she was happy or unhappy, it would all show up on her face.