Fu Xinwu just felt that every move of his was infinitely magnified in her ears. She rolled down the car window in frustration, letting the cold wind clear her thoughts a little.
"Why did you never play with me when we were kids?"
"Huh?"
Yu Fengji suddenly spoke, and Fu Xinwu didn't hear him clearly.
"Why were you unwilling to play with me when we were kids?"
"Play with you?" Fu Xinwu wanted to sneer, "Did you ever play as a child? Didn't you ever realize you were different from other kids?" To be honest, Yu Fengji was only four or five years older than her, not that much. Among her close childhood friends, there were also age differences of four or five years, even five or six.
But Yu Fengji was different; he always seemed like he was from another world compared to them.
