As she stepped outside, a gust of wind carrying a hint of dust suddenly blew by. Chang Xuyu caught sight of their intertwined hands and instinctively tried to pull away and retreat. Yi Zhuo looked at her at a loss, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he slowly released his hand. The faint warmth of her hand still lingered in his palm.
Song Shuheng ran over and handed her shopping bags back to her. Seeing the awkward standoff between the two, he smoothed things over with a chuckle. “Isn’t your bestie inviting us all to dinner? Let’s go, let’s go.”
Her pupils suddenly constricted as she stared at the two men. “Why would Zixu invite you… to dinner?” When had they even met?
Chang Xuyu frowned slightly, feeling as if the timeline in her mind was off. Lately, everything had been happening so inexplicably.
“I don’t know her, but Yi Zhuo definitely does. Isn’t she your close friend?” Song Shuheng reminded her with a hint of seriousness. She and Yi Zhuo used to be husband and wife.
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