Having been seen through, Ye Ranran no longer tried to hide and nodded, "Yes, I have a friend, your smile slightly resembles his, but he was much more handsome than you."
Who in the world could rival Song Ze's grace? Such an extraordinarily splendid man, forever frozen at his most handsome age, never to grow old.
"Where is he now?" Shen Yuzhe took some interest.
"He's dead."
Shen Yuzhe was startled, then shrugged his shoulders and an apologetic look appeared in his bright eyes, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I know."
"Was he very important to you?" After a moment's thought, Shen Yuzhe asked again.
He must have been important, otherwise, why would she always remember that person through him?
"Not important."
"Then why do you still think of him?" Shen Yuzhe was curious.
"Because I promised him to remember him, I'm afraid I'll forget if I don't keep thinking about it." She was a forgetful person, and as time passed, people and events gradually faded from her memory.
