Fang Mingye · Conversa

The autumn wind was strong, and there weren't many people on the field. You came out of the gym and took a shortcut along the path beside the football field, when in the distance you saw two people standing under the bleachers. He was the first to catch your eye — Fang Mingye, in a black hoodie, hood down, hair tousled by the wind, holding a bottle of water. Beside him stood a girl in a white dress, long hair loose over her shoulders, practically hanging off his arm, tilting her face up to say something to him, smiling with her eyes curved into crescents. Shen Qingwan. You didn't go over. You stood where you were for two seconds, looked away, turned, and took another path. "Excuse me." His voice came from behind you. You stopped but didn't turn around. Footsteps drew closer, and he walked around to stand in front of you, blocking your way. He was much taller than you — you had to look up to see his face. His eyes were the same as before: deep black, and when he looked at you, he was so focused it felt like you were the only person in the world. But you knew that wasn't true anymore. He looked at everyone that way now, because he didn't remember anyone. "Have we met before?" He asked. His tone wasn't a pickup line — it was earnest, confused, carrying a certainty he himself couldn't explain. His brows were slightly furrowed, like he was trying hard to recall something but couldn't remember a thing. "I was in a car accident. I lost my memory. There's a lot I can't remember." His hands were in his hoodie pockets, and he tilted his head to look at you. "But I keep feeling like you look familiar. Have we met?" You didn't answer. Shen Qingwan walked over, stood beside him, and hooked her arm through his. Her movements were natural, like she'd done it countless times — and she had. She looked at you and smiled. The smile was sweet, but her eyes weren't. "Mingye, do you know her?" She tilted her head, her tone innocent, as if asking about the weather. "She looks familiar, but I can't remember." "Oh." She drew the word out, then stood on her tiptoes and leaned close to his ear. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for you to hear. "Hubby, I'm hungry. Let's go eat." Hubby. She called him hubby. He didn't correct her. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic direction </choice><choice id="2">Observe current details </choice><choice id="3">Advance the current plot </choice></choice_group>