They did not head straight back to the office right away.
As Zhuzhu had promised earlier, they stopped briefly to buy their favorite drink — fresh sweet milk tea.
Walking at a leisurely pace in the quiet spot, Xiaoqi could not stop thinking about Captain Wang Yang’s words.
“Zhu…” Xiaoqi began softly, “What the Captain said was so strange.
He said he only knows your name, but not you.
If that’s true… could it be that you two share a bond from the past?
What does it feel like when only your name remains in someone’s memory?” But Zhuzhu seemed not to hear.
Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her mind drifting far back to their high school days.
In her thoughts, the image of Wei-wei and the flowers Wang Yang had accepted came back to her.
He must be happy now… He must have married Wei-wei, the one who confessed to him back then.
No wonder he acts so distant… because to him, I was never really there at all.
That thought slowly tore at Zhuzhu’s heart.
“Zhuzhu!” Xiaoqi’s small cry startled her back to reality.
“You haven’t been listening to me this whole time!
Why is it that every time you meet Captain Wang Yang, you become like this?
Always spacing out, never acting like yourself… Do you actually have a history with him?” Xiaoqi asked, her gaze searching yet full of concern.
Zhuzhu swallowed hard, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.
She wasn’t ready to tell everything.
Not yet ready to reopen the old wound that had begun to bleed open again.
“Ah… it’s nothing,” she replied, forcing herself to turn away.
“I was just thinking about that mysterious case we encountered earlier.
That’s all.” She quickened her steps at once.
“Come on, let’s go back to the office.
If we’re late, the Boss will be furious.” Xiaoqi could only sigh deeply, watching her best friend’s back as she tried to run away from the truth.