Even so, Liu Shan still wanted to ask what exactly had happened, but she did not dare.
Something even Xiao Yu was afraid to remember had to be a terrifying nightmare.
But seeing that Xiao Yu really had recovered his spirits, she suppressed her curiosity.
Xiao Yu checked the time.
Only five or six minutes had actually passed.
Originally, he had treated Xiao Wen and Yanyan's conversation at the next table as nothing more than a spectacle.
He had not planned to interfere.
But recalling the images from those memories, a nameless anger welled up inside him.
The way they treated relationships so casually, betraying and deceiving others without a thought, was truly infuriating!
Then he thought of the heart-wrenching pain he had felt in that strange fragment of memory when he had thrust at "Liu Shan" to kill her.
He could neither tolerate nor forgive these two high school girls for desecrating the very idea of love like this!
As he pondered, a boy ran into the restaurant, panting.
Instead of the original ten minutes, he had taken only five or six.
Seeing him arrive, the two girls exchanged a glance and stopped talking.
Xiao Wen even put on a fake smile.
"Miao Ming, you're finally here. Sit down. We were starving, so we started without you. You don't mind, do you?"
"Hah, hah..." The boy kept panting. "Not at all. Of course I don't mind. I even bought you two cups of freshly squeezed juice on the way. Here."
Yanyan accepted hers with a grin, without so much as a thank-you.
Probably because she knew her friend was about to break up with him, she could no longer be bothered to act friendly.
Xiao Wen casually asked, "Two cups? What about you?"
"I won't have any. Thirty-five yuan