Ever since she had come back, he had been calling her Tangtang.
"Why go to the United States, to Seattle?" Mo Shiche looked at her with intensely deep eyes, "Is it because that is the house I bought for you, the cake shop I opened for you?"
Her eyes trembled slightly, "You remembered?"
"This afternoon, while getting an injection, some past images flashed through my mind," he said softly, "I thought of our time in Winslow Town, in that villa covered with climbing roses, where you called me Dull Mo,"
In those fragmented images in his mind, he had always called her Luo Qiangwei.
Back then, she would smile at him, the most sincere and radiant smile, more beautiful than anything in the world.
Back then, he loved her very much, and she loved him too.
They were very happy, very... blissful.
