Sitting on the bus ride home, Cheng Su couldn’t help but take out that portrait from her bag again, scrutinizing the person in the picture, as if trying to discern something from it.
However, she couldn’t see anything at all.
This person, she had no impression of whatsoever. She even doubted whether, in these two lifetimes of hers, any memory of such a person existed.
Cheng Su closed the portrait, shut her eyes, and began to recall carefully. After a long while, she opened her eyes again.
Truly nothing.
To her, this person was merely a passerby, not even having brushed past her, let alone anything else.
Who could he be, and what was his relationship with Little Cheng Su?
If a relative, they should have taken him away, but if not, then what role was he playing?
Cheng Su pondered but couldn’t think of any clues; she really couldn’t figure it out.
Or maybe her life was too comfortable and peaceful now. She didn’t even want to approach Little Cheng Su’s loneliness. Especially now, with Qi Xiaoqi, she even somewhat avoided it, thinking it was enough for Little Cheng Su to grow up steadily.
Was she ultimately being selfish?
Cheng Su looked at the portrait again for a while, sighed deeply, folded it up, and put it back in her bag.
Looking out the bus window, the scenery outside flashed past. Entering the city, the crowd was bustling, faces passing by; how difficult would it be to find such a person in this vast world?
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