ile was clearly defined, his entire figure bathed in the interplay of light and shadow, radiating a gentle warmth.He wasn't hungry at all. Lin Zhifan didn't want to eat, didn't even want to reach the...Shu Tinglan didn't know why he had to listen to these strange memories under the streetlights in the residential area. Moreover, judging from his expression, it wasn't a good memory either. 。"On the third day, you finally answered the phone, yelling at me, probably thinking I was being a nuisance, driving you crazy..." He scoffed, still remembering Shu Tinglan's furious voice that time. She vented all her disgust for him in her voice. Even many years later, he would still vividly remember the feeling of self-doubt stemming from being genuinely disliked over the phoneright now. Song Jingye sent her a message, "Have you eaten""I have" 。She replied briefly, seeming unable to face Song Jingye because of that man, even just a message. 。"I checked yesterday's surveill...