"A man I can't bear to forget." When Ling Momo mentioned him, her face wore a warm smile, beautiful yet bittersweet.
Lin Xiaorou didn't speak, quietly staring at Ling Momo.
She had always felt that Ling Momo was a girl with a story.
Ling Momo paused briefly before lazily leaning back in her chair, lifting her hand to slowly trace something on the table, which Lin Xiaorou didn't notice what exactly.
Only Ling Momo knew in her heart that she was drawing the names of two people who had impacted her life.
Enson.
Qingshen.
She repeatedly drew the names of these two men until finally, the memories she had always been reluctant to touch began to shake out bit by bit.
Her voice carried a hint of daze as she softly said, "I loved two men at the same time...."
Her story was long and also beautiful.
When she told it to Lin Xiaorou, she held back a lot.
Enson was the first man, Li Qingshen was the second.
