The waiter brought the coffee. Li Shiyu stirred it gently with a spoon. He gracefully lifted it, put it on his mouth and gently sipped it, leaving a pale red lipstick mark on the rim of the cup.

They were silent, no one spoke, and the atmosphere around them became ambiguous.

"Suddenly I miss the past." At this time, Li Xiyu opened his mouth and broke the silence between them. When he saw him, he remembered her preferences and still felt affection for her. She felt a kind of unknown excitement and pride in her heart.

"Yes?" Ling Weihao has been thinking about Li Xiyun since he met her at...