Zhao Rong's eyes fluttered open.
He felt that tonight, someone had to become the fool...
Lingfei Zhao looked at him, and softly continued, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "Is there a faint smell on me or something?"
"No." Lingfei Zhao shook her head, "It's in your eyes, your heart... there's someone else."
She reached out and tapped his brow, and then tapped his heart.
Zhao Rong hesitated, words on the tip of his tongue.
"I know it, I know... How could I not know..." Lingfei Zhao's autumn-tinted eyes lowered, seemingly asking him, or asking herself.
Her tone had a tinge of remembrance and melancholy, "I know you must have met other women along the way, women who could enter your heart and eyes... She met you 'beforehand' when our relationship was temporarily broken."
"Your demeanor, your eyes, your actions... I know it, you can't hide it, besides, back then it seemed like you didn't really want to hide." She spoke softly.
