Song Li’s heart skipped a beat; of course, he remembered Liu Yi, his childhood sweetheart, or rather, his fiancée. But strangely, why hadn’t he thought of her? If Cheng Yu hadn’t mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten her. Cheng Yu, seeing his grave expression, exclaimed in surprise, “You haven’t forgotten her too, have you?”
Song Li managed a smile, though it was barely better than a grimace, “Of course, I remember Liu Yi, but…” Song Li murmured to himself, “It feels like it was from another lifetime.”
Cheng Yu watched him thoughtfully, both lost in their own thoughts. There was something else Song Li hadn’t mentioned, something he’d been pondering over these days. When he first opened his eyes upon waking, though he couldn’t remember who Fu Dian was, the pain in his heart was familiar, almost a conditioned reflex. Even now, just the thought of her face (strangely, Tang Xiaofu’s face was deeply imprinted in his mind after just one meeting), and his heart still ached slightly.
“Yu, tell me about these things,” Song Li quietly began. He had imagined remembering everything, and subconsciously hoped to see that girl again, hoping she would trigger his memories. But now, it seemed Tang Xiaofu wouldn’t come. He was eager to know, not wanting to wait any longer. “Tell me what you think I’ve forgotten.”
Cheng Yu watched him for a moment. “Alright!” He started to recount everything to Song Li, from when Song Li came looking for him and they went together to “Heaven on Earth” to find Tang Xiaofu, up to when Tang Xiaofu got rid of the child and left the Song family, then transformed into Fu Xiaotang, won the dance competition, and became the leading figure of the Four Beauties of Heaven, with stories involving Liu Yi, Fang Junjie, Zhang’s ten brothers, and others. They discussed how to expose Liu Yi’s farce of being a fake princess, which all came to light at the engagement banquet where Liu Yi, in a fit of rage, shot him.
