"I wonder what my little niece's definition of not being familiar with is?" Wu Bai said leisurely after Maisui got out of the car.
"Unfamiliar means unfamiliar. What else is needed to define it?" A stiff Wu Mei dodged in the back seat.
"If you feel unfamiliar... Then maybe we really aren't familiar?" Wu Bai spoke again.
In that dark little room, those tears that couldn't stop even after wiping onto my cheeks, and that long and gentle night.
In Wu Mei's dark memory of eighteen years old, it was the only shining moment.