Perhaps to get revenge on Gu Nianci, I inexplicably agreed to Song Qingrong's invitation. We arranged to meet at a roadside stall. When I arrived, she seemed to have been there for a while, her face flushed, and several wine bottles were crookedly placed on the table, making her appear slightly tipsy.

When she saw me arrive, she greeted me with her usual poised and generous manner, inviting me to sit down, but her first words were a mocking and sarcastic remark.

"Your wife really doesn't spend time with you!"

When I heard this, I didn't answer. I wanted to refute it, but I didn't know how. In the end, I could only pick up a bottle of wine and gulp it down.

I think alcohol might numb my pain.

In fact, my pain was indeed relieved.

Then Song Qingrong started complaining to me that there were no good men in the world anymore. Every man who got close to her made no attempt to hide his desires, as if there was nothing else to talk about except doing that kind of thing with her.

She hates all men.

But he was the only one who was willing to sit and drink with me.

I didn't understand what she meant at the time, and replied with a smile, "We're about the same. I don't have many friends in this world. If I really want to talk about female friends, you're the only one."

"What about Gu Nianci?"

Hearing what I said, she suddenly asked me.

I remember being stunned for a while before I said with a wry smile, "She might be my calamity."

Afterwards, we drank and chatted until late at night, moving from being drunk to being sober.

Even now, I've forgotten what we talked about.

But looking back now, maybe from that time on, I was already different in Song Qingrong's heart?

I'm thinking about it.

At the same time, he glanced at Song Qingrong, who was also looking at the diary.

Time passed second by second, but she never turned the page.

She didn't come to her senses until her phone suddenly rang and a number without a contact name appeared. At the same time, she wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and then answered the call.

When I saw that number, I was somewhat surprised.

If I remember correctly, it should be Gu Nianci.

I remember everything about Gu Nianci very clearly from the past few years, including her phone number, which I've kept in my memory through countless nights.

I tried dialing her number more than once.

“It’s me, Gu Nianci.”

Sure enough, Gu Nianci's voice came soon after.

I frowned slightly. Based on what I saw at Sunshine Park today, after my memories were erased from their minds, Gu Nianci still remembered Song Qingrong, but only remembered her, not knew her well.

Even Song Qingrong directly told Gu Nianci that she disliked him.

But then, Gu Nianci came looking for her.

Could it be...? I've thought of a possibility.

That is, perhaps my traces also exist in Gu Nianci's home.

"Is there something you need?" Song Qingrong's gaze remained fixed on the diary, but upon hearing Gu Nianci's voice, her grip on the pen seemed to tighten even more.

There's something I'd like to ask you.

"What's up?"

"About Xu Ruo."

...

I don't know if that guy was playing a trick on me, or if fate is just like that.

These two people, after my death, sat face to face for this very reason.

After hearing Gu Nianci mention my name, Song Qingrong accepted Gu Nianci's invitation after a moment of silence, and then we went to this coffee shop.

After they sat down, both fell silent until the coffee was served, at which point Gu Nianci asked, "You really don't know Xu Ruo?"

Song Qingrong thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"I don't know him."

Gu Nianci then asked, "Then why did you help him move the grave?"

"Why would you do this if you don't know him?"

Song Qingrong said calmly, "I've already given you my reason. If you called me here just to ask about this, then I'm not in the mood for it."