Zhou Ci raised his glass with a flourish, tilting his head slightly back to drain it in one go. With flushed cheeks, he sprawled lazily on the couch and expressed his surprise, "At this time in the past, you were always buried in work, almost like a shadow that's never seen. Even when I tried to invite you out, you wouldn't come. And here you are today, out of the blue, asking me to meet you at a bar."
Song Ling's brows were tightly knit with a look of irritation, as he methodically sipped his drinks, one after another.
Song Ling remained silent, and Zhou Ci did not press him further, plunging the space between them into a tranquil silence.
Eventually, Song Ling couldn't contain himself and broke the silence, "Gu Dai had lost her memory."
Zhou Ci was stunned. Shock compelled him to stand abruptly, grabbing his coat, ready to rush out.
"What are you doing?" Song Ling asked, seeing this.