บท 117: The tattoos

Yifan? Yea, he was in university with us, in your group if I'm not wrong?" I can literally recall everyone from his circle and who all he used to hang out with. 

"Correct," Jun said, his eyes intense as he looked at me, waiting for more. "Anything else you know about him?"

The way he was looking at me made me uneasy, like he was fishing for answers. Why was he bringing this up now, out of the blue? It felt off.

"Okay, spill it out. Why are you asking about him?" I crossed my arms.

"First answer my question."

I sighed, giving in. "No. I don't know anything about him. We never really spoke. Not even casual greetings. Never said a word to each other in university or outside."

Jun's frown deepened. He pulled out his phone, showing me a picture. "You're talking about him, right?"

I nodded, confirming it. My memory has always been sharp, at least for now.