Qin Yufeng hugged Bai Liyue tightly when he heard that question. A sudden memory came to his mind as he remembered his earlier days, those days of hard work, those days of struggle, those days of pain, and those days of fun.
"What's wrong?" she inquired with a slight concern in her voice when she didn't hear from him.
"Nothing," he shook his head. "Just remember a past memory...."
"A bad memory?"
"No," he chuckled, took a strand of hair, and twirled it around his finger. His long pale finger moved through her silky black hair making a beautiful contrast. "A good one," he answered her.
"Tell me about it," she said with curiosity in her eyes.