"Right, everyone belongs to themselves. Just like each stone of the Anchored Bridge, no matter how similar, each has its own shape, its own perspective, and its own story."
"Hearing Mr. Nie talk like this, I'm still somewhat not used to it."
"Don't mention you, even I'm very unaccustomed. After you left, I imagined many possibilities, that you might never pay attention to me again, or that you might never show up in my life again, I didn't know how long it would take me to adjust."
"Is that so? I thought you wouldn't think like that."
"Listening to you say that, Miss Meng, means you know me better than I do?"
"Not at all." Meng Xin Zhi swung her toes a bit more vigorously, glanced sideways, then turned back before Nie Guangyi could look her way, completing her previous statement: "I was just making a logical deduction based on the actual situation."
"What kind of logical deduction?"