CHAPTER 89 Sparks Fly in the Conversation

  Lucas sat down on the sofa, and the sensual sound of Nancy's song played in the background. I couldn't help but wonder—would it stir up old memories for him? Or would it stir up waves of emotion in his heart?

  "Has your stomach been hurting these past few days?"

  I finally lifted my head from the tea table, which I had polished to a shine, and casually asked the question.

  Lucas pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and gave me a sly smile.

  "Do you think my stomach is made of tofu?"

  He was still able to joke.

  I wasn't sure if he was just hiding it well, or if Nancy's song really didn't affect him.

  I replied, "It's not tofu, but even the toughest walls will start to wear down if they're constantly battered by wind and rain without care."

  Lucas tilted his head slightly and looked at me with a smile.

  "Kate, I've noticed you've become quite philosophical lately."

  Have I?

  Maybe it was because I had gone through a lot, and that's how you gain perspective.