Recreating (1)

"What did you say?" Yin Yuan sat up from the bed in his hotel room. "Say that again." 

"Mnn…" 

"Wait." Yin Yuan whispered, going out to the balcony and closing the door behind him. He almost forgot that he "invited" someone to his bed, and almost stirred that person awake. He can tell this was going to be a conversation outsiders shouldn't listen in. "Okay, say that again." 

"I said, how do I get Yang Zheyan to remember the past?" Xiong Jingfei leaned her elbows on the balcony ledge. She stared at the sound asleep Yang Zheyan through the glass panel. "I want him to remember what he did to me." 

"Haah… Wouldn't it be easier to get your revenge on him because he doesn't know anything?" Yin Yuan lit up a cigarette and sat on the balcony rail. The weather where he was at was beautiful all day, and the night sky was prettier than in Sinwang City. "Wow, you should visit this place. It's a beautiful city."