"It's nothing."
Lin Xian said softly:
"Compared to what you've given me, it's nothing."
Quite soon.
The Bugatti Veyron stopped by the roadside.
Zhao Yingjun got out of the car and realized they were by the Huangpu River. Directly across the river, one could see the colorful splendor of the Oriental Pearl, and where they parked, a fence was just over ten meters ahead, beyond which were the ceaseless waves of the river.
"Do you remember this place?" Lin Xian asked.
"Of course, I remember."
Zhao Yingjun walked toward the riverside in the evening breeze, wearing high heels:
"I remember every place you've taken me...because something unforgettable happened every time, each place holds an unforgettable memory."
"This riverside here is where you brought me just before the 2023 New Year, right? After we attended the New Year's party at Donghai Chamber of Commerce?"
