"Meng Songling, where have you been?"
Returning home, Meng Songling saw Su Rumei sitting on the sofa. The living room lights were off, and it was unclear what she was thinking about. Since he walked in, she had been staring at him without blinking.
"What is it?" he said self-deprecatingly, "Shouldn't you have known long ago?"
He also thought he could forget, but some people and things, the more you want to forget, the more clearly you remember.
As for Su Rumei acting this way, he had already gotten used to it.
Every time he'd seen Fu Jing, no matter the occasion, even if it was a chance encounter, she would know.
So why bother asking him?
Su Rumei was speechless.
"It's been so many years. Why can't you forget her?" Su Rumei suddenly jumped up from the sofa and yelled at Meng Songling, "We even have three kids together, and you still can't forget that bitch."
