You Mean the World to Me (5)

An Xiaxia could still recall the cool night wind brushing against her skin as she asked curiously, "Who are you?"

No one answered.

In the silence that followed, it was as if that person had never been there.

She remembered that cigarette smell which lingered in her nostrils. It was a pleasant and unique smell.

Then the lamps turned back on, but that person was gone.

Some time later, An Yibei received a carton of cigarettes as a gift. An Xiaxia recognized the smell when he lit one.

It was a niche brand with a verse on the package: When I first met you, I thought I saw an old friend.

Could her rescuer be an old friend of hers?

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An Xiaxia soon forgot about both incidents and entered a belated rebellious phase.