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"Hmm?" Ying Zijin leaned on the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt, "What?"
"Today is our one-year anniversary."
Ying Zijin's hand paused, and she looked up, "One year, anniversary?"
"Forgot?" Fu Yunshen turned his head slightly, his expression relaxed and lazy, "At this time last year, we met for the first time. Brother here even treated you to a big meal of pig liver."
"..."
Just the mention of pig liver brought it all back to her.
It was by no means a fond memory.
"Honestly," Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, "I was already thinking about hitting you then."
Fu Yunshen's eyebrows rose leisurely, "Then I should be truly grateful that Yaoyao showed mercy, sparing my life."
Ying Zijin looked out the window.
The snow had started to fall around this time, one flake after another.
Heavy snowflakes quickly whitened the ground.
She turned her gaze back only to find that Fu Yunshen was still watching her.
His intense, fiery stare was hard to resist.