Li Zhi's pupils dilated slightly.
That short line of text was like a tiny jolt of electricity, instantly piercing the wall of composure she'd thrown up.
Her fingertips curled unconsciously. The cool metal frame of the phone suddenly felt scorching hot.
It was as if something had given her heart a gentle squeeze, only for it to start hammering violently against her ribs.
'This idiot…'
'H-how could he… write this?!'
Her heart thundered in her ears, threatening to burst from her chest.
Li Zhi could almost hear their bickering from long ago.
—"From the looks of it, you'll still be single when you're thirty-five."
—"And I'll grant you a long life—you'll be in the ground by thirty-five."
But the feeling now was so real.
The warmth of his body pressed against her shoulder, that old piece of banter now glowing on the screen.
So that idiot remembered everything. He'd even carefully saved the angry words they'd thrown at each other.
