Then I saw her order a pitcher of beer.

When the fragrant barbecue was served, Rong Shang looked up at him and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to treat me to some?"

The implication is that she chose this one.

Gu Xingchen's pupils, hidden behind his sunglasses, contracted.

He walked up to her, his slender figure blocking her view and obscuring all the light.

I vaguely remember that their first date was at a roadside stall.

He has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, and so does she.

But it's unclear who gave in to whom that day.

For the first time ever, they sat by the roadside drinking and eating barbecue.

It was a beautiful moment, even though we were sitting on a not-so-clean stool and there were tissues left by the previous guest on the table.

But if two hearts are closely connected, it doesn't matter where they sit.

He remained motionless for a moment, and Rong Chang's gaze paused.

Her eyes turned cold, and when she looked up, her tone was unfriendly, "Mr. Gu, are you perhaps looking down on this small place?"

"No."

Fearing she might misunderstand something, Gu Xingchen quickly sat down next to her.

He was wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a mask at the time.

Once you get to the dining table, you naturally have to take off your mask.

And here, many people come to have late-night snacks.

The tables next to mine were all packed.

Gu Xingchen felt a little awkward taking off his mask. He subconsciously lowered the brim of his hat, and when he looked up, the woman had already handed him an open bottle of beer.

"You can drink, right?" She stared at him coldly. "Won't you have any allergic reactions?"

Did she suddenly ask this question because she was thinking of something?

Gu Xingchen's eyes lit up.

He wanted to tell her that he gets rashes when he drinks alcohol.

But the thought that his current body wasn't his body came to mind.

Gu Xingchen frowned, her eyes dimming instantly. "No."

He ultimately succumbed to reality: "I can drink."

"You just can't drink too much."

oh.

Rong Chang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

There are always differences, aren't there?

Not everyone belongs to him.

Besides, he died long ago.

Rong Shang doesn't even remember how many years he's been dead.

Her memories of him had been sealed away for a long time, and she seemed to have forgotten most of what he was like.

"..."

*

It was late at night, and Han Sirong was hungry.

She asked her assistant to get out of the car and buy her dessert.

The wait was a bit long, so Han Sirong, bored, leaned against the window and watched the people coming and going on the street outside.

I'm so envious.

I envy their freedom to come and go.

Han Sirong lowered her eyes, the light in them dim.

Honestly, if her mother hadn't died when she was eight, she wouldn't have had to start working at such a young age.

Her father, a gambling addict, and her brother, a spendthrift, both happily squandered the money she earned, without treating her as family.

Han Sirong felt heartbroken.

She has given up so much for this family.

Body, freedom.

Thinking about it, Han Sirong felt a lump in her throat and sniffed.

The driver in front turned around and glanced at her. "Sister Rong, do you have a cold?"

"No."

"Then what you just did..."

"I said no, and that's it. Mind your own business."

Feeling upset, Han Sirong snapped at the driver.

Just then, my assistant came out of the dessert shop.

Han Sirong glanced at it and then looked away from the window.

However……

"Sister Rong, guess who I just saw?"

As soon as the car door opened, cold air rushed into the car from outside.

Han Sirong felt cold, and the assistant was still standing outside the car with the door open.

Her face turned cold, and she glared at her. "What are you doing? If you don't want to get on the bus, then don't get on."

Who cares who you saw?