When she forgot about him.
When he forgot about her.
On the road blooming with black jasmine, in the night exuding poppies, he met her, and she met him.
Who is he? The three-dimensional outline is looming in the smoke, which is as deep as the Nile River at midnight, and the faint smell of tobacco lingering on the tip of the nose is so familiar.
Who is she? Her eyes seemed to be filled with seductive Bai Wuchang, the wind from hell gently blew the broken hair on her forehead, and there was a faint smell of poppy all over her body, which was so familiar.
She and he were serious and cold as ice.
He and she are neither sad nor happy, neither happy nor ruthless.
But she seemed to have seen his smile, which was faint and shallow, just like his person, mysterious and lazy.
He also seemed to have seen her smile, the first smile since she was twelve years old, faint, shallow, and warm.
"Have we met somewhere, sir?"
"Have we met somewhere, miss?"