Lu Yao was a little baffled. "Isn't that Officer Fu?"
Sister Peng gave an "oh."
Her brows knitted, and a hint of struggle showed in her eyes, a dazed hesitation mixed in.
"Right... Fu Chenggang. I remember now." She forced a smile. "Look at me. I'm barely past thirty and my memory's already this bad."
"I probably drank too much last night and I'm still a little dizzy. This brain of mine—I should read more, get it working, instead of watching so many period romance dramas..."
Sister Peng mocked herself.
But Lu Yao realized that his own memories of Fu Chenggang were rapidly fading too. Although he could still say the name, everything related to Fu Chenggang had become vague and muddled.
Something was wrong.
There was something wrong with Fu Chenggang.
Lu Yao pretended to ask casually, "Sister Peng, how did you and Officer Fu meet before?"
"We've known each other for a long time."
Sister Peng was somewhat unsure about how the two of them had first met, but she did not seem to care.
"How many years?" Lu Yao asked with a smile, sounding nosy. "You two were already talking about marriage before, so you must have known each other for quite a while, right? But I never heard you mention it before, Sister Peng. You really kept it under wraps."
"Since when did you get so gossipy, kid?"
Though she seemed to complain, Sister Peng was happy to talk about these things. "I can't really remember exactly how many years, but we really have known each other for a long time."
"Police officers are busy. They often travel for work, and sometimes they can't even answer calls. But he's an upright, good man. We can only say we were fated to meet, but not to be