This friend was a new contact WeChat had notified Nan Zhou about shortly after he woke up from the car accident.
In other words, he had sent this person a friend request before his car accident, and afterward, they had accepted it.
Nan Zhou had not messaged them at first, because his dissociative amnesia meant he did not remember who they were.
Besides, their WeChat profile picture and nickname were both quite strange.
The profile picture was a blurry mosaic, while the nickname was a string of gibberish.
But that day, he had fallen during rehabilitation and suffered a few injuries, then overheard the nurses secretly discussing his overdue medical bills.
Having eaten only a little that afternoon, Nan Zhou had secretly drunk alcohol in his hunger and exhaustion, then slept from dusk until after eleven at night.
And so, late that night, for reasons he could not quite explain, he had sent them a reply with an apprehensive heart.
He had never expected that message to become the first light to shine in his dark life.
Before they knew it, the sky had darkened.
The crew had not scheduled any night scenes for Huo Xingye that evening, so after filming, he drove Nan Zhou to the airport.
For once, both of them were rather quiet throughout the drive.
Their clasped hands were warm, lingering, reluctant to part.
Because of Huo Xingye's public identity, Nan Zhou did not let him get out of the car.
Before they parted in the car, Huo Xingye held his hand, looked into his eyes, and said very seriously, "Every time before this, you were the one who came toward me first. You took ninety-nine steps forward, while I only needed to take one to get close to you and touch you."
"Every step you