Neither of them said anything more. Before she left, Shen Zhiyi asked him when he would be coming back, for she wanted to repay him the money.
Pei Yu looked at her, "Didn't you tell me your name? That was the exchange."
Shen Zhiyi had never heard of such a transaction. She looked at his outline in the night, slightly blurred, and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "Are you pitying me?"
She also knew she must look quite pitiful.
Pei Yu suddenly laughed. Shen Zhiyi couldn't see his face, but she could see his slightly upturned eyes—a kind of indifferent beauty that struck right to the heart.
"Do I look that kind?" he asked in return, and then he reached over to pluck a fallen leaf off her shoulder, "You might as well think I have an ulterior motive."
Shen Zhiyi was puzzled, not understanding what he meant.
What did she have that he could possibly scheme for?
Several days passed without the two of them meeting again.