Time seems to have reversed back to the summer evening when we first met, and that moment was magnificent.

  My index finger tapped rhythmically on the table, I glanced around lightly, and the tempting aroma of various snacks satisfied my appetite.

  It seems like I haven't eaten snacks for a long time. After ordering a bowl of rice noodles, I supported my chin with one hand and aimlessly scrolled through my phone.

  "The rice noodles are ready." A warm voice from Auntie came over, and I walked forward at the sound.

  After stirring up the rice noodles, the hot air wafted and lingered, as if that chance encounter had resurfaced.

  I was so absorbed in thought that I stupidly forgot to watch the road ahead.

  "Ah......!"

  I felt the scorching temperature in my left hand and couldn't help but frown and lose my voice.

  "Are you okay?"

  Like a refreshing breeze on a scorching day, the magical melody seemed to heal the burned left hand imperceptibly.

  In an instant, her pupils constricted, and it was actually him...

  Softly fluffy ash-colored hair remains, amber-colored eyes clear as before, warm and beautiful face remains.

  Her cheeks uncontrollably flushed with heat, struggling to suppress that tension, her voice slightly trembling...

  "I'm fine, how about you?"

  "Hmm, nothing's wrong with me, but at this point, my shirt is..."

  I gave a faint awkward laugh and my gaze fell on that spotless white shirt with a patch of oil stain.

  Accidentally, a glimpse of the slightly open neckline reveals delicate skin at the nape of the neck, like fine porcelain, with the slender collarbone faintly visible.

  My cheeks rapidly warmed up, I slightly lowered my head and quietly took a small step back.

  "Right, sorry." A cool hand covered her cheek, trying to bring down the temperature.

  Then I'll compensate you with a shirt.

  "Huh?"

  I lifted my head and saw that harmless face in front of me, still with an innocent expression.

  It was as if the person who had asked for his shirt with a hint of mockery just a second ago wasn't him.

  "Just kidding." He shrugged and said with a hint of mischief.

  "Oh..." She slightly covered up her panic with a subtle unease, lowering her voice imperceptibly.

  "Hey, didn't I shock you?"

  He suddenly pulled in the distance between the two of them, blinking his eyes, and asked with a serious yet playful tone.

  I stared at him blankly... What did he just say?...

  "It seems like your charm has decreased recently. You're being controlled too tightly by your husband, and I don't even have the chance to flirt with a lovely girl like you."

  His lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes seductively raised, and the complaining tone was filled with twelve points of sweetness.

  My wife...

  The gentle emotions in her eyes softened the stubbornness in her heart, or it was the light, or the expression, that pierced the eyes opposite hers.

  A certain depth in my heart collapsed, and a sharp pain came from my empty chest.

  Her eyes gradually drooped down, as if avoiding that handsome face and those crystal clear eyes.

  "If nothing else, I'll be off then."

  I pulled my backpack and turned around, walking towards the elevator.

  "Wait."

  At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the hurried figures were frozen in that instant.

  The warm sunlight shines through the transparent skylight and gently falls on me, with a golden warmth that adds a touch of luxury to this moment, making it almost too beautiful to be real.

  The warm temperature at the left wrist stimulated the slightly numb nerves and warmed the slightly cool fingertips.

  Her gaze couldn't help but fixate on those slender and pale hands with distinct finger joints.

  "Ah, yes, sorry."

  He slightly awkwardly withdrew his hand that was holding my right wrist and then gave an embarrassed smile.

  "Only, I feel like we've met somewhere before, haven't we?"

  He tentatively asked, then seemed to think it was a bit out of place and hurriedly made amends.

  "I'm not hitting on you, no, I'm just casually asking."

  He awkwardly tried to wipe it off, somewhat flustered as he explained.

  "No, can I go now?"

  I slightly raised the corner of my mouth and smiled at him, indicating that I wanted to leave.

  "No, isn't it? Looks like I got it wrong"

  He slightly shook his head in puzzlement, then smiled and bid me farewell.

  The corners of his mouth gradually fell, and it turned out that from start to finish, he had never remembered that encounter.

  Perhaps I was just a passerby who happened to stop for a moment that shouldn't have been, and fell deeply into it.

  My right wrist still seems to retain that heart-pounding temperature, and I smile wryly at myself in the mirror.

  Su Mo Liang, he is indeed Ban Jing's boyfriend, don't have any more wild fantasies...

  The boy behind her muttered: It's like her.

  "Dedicated with passion: 'The City in the Backlight of Late Summer'".

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