The paper money was worn, as though it had passed through many people's hands.
Qin Zhi'ai uncrumpled the note as she told the cashier that she would like to leave the magazine on the counter for a second because she needed to grab something else.
She turned around and only walked half a step before she noticed a short note written on the money. "Little lovemaker, I am sorry."
Even though the words were not clearly legible, she recognized Gu Yusheng's handwriting.
He must have written that note a long time ago: "Little lovemaker, I am sorry."
Since we've been apart for eight years, no one has called me little lovemaker except in my dreams.
"I am sorry."
Why did Gu Yusheng apologize to me? Was it because he'd stood me up twice? Or because he gave me a fake phone number on purpose?
Her memories rushed over her mind's edge like a waterfall.
