The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

Wen Song did not tell Zhong Man that Zhou Shijing had tried to get back together with her, but she had refused.

Regardless of Zhou Shijing's purpose in coming, Wen Song felt that it was best to avoid meeting him, at least for the time being.

"Manman, it's over between Shi Jing and me. There's no need for revenge. Let's go downstairs."

As Wen Song was about to leave, the door behind him was opened at that moment.

Zhong Ze was about to go to the restroom when he saw Wen Song. His eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Hey, Wen Song, you're here! Come on, come on, we're about to play a game. Come on in and join us!"

His shout drew everyone's attention in the private room. Wen Song stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

"Oh, Sister Songsong, why don't you go in and play for a while? I, the birthday girl, will keep you company."

Wen Song was half-dragged and half-pulled into the lounge by Zhong Man.

As Zhong Man said, most of the people here were people she knew. She greeted everyone politely, and when it came to Zhou Shijing, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa, she called out as naturally as possible, "Brother Shijing."

Zhou Shijing had been listless for the past few days, and just now he had been drinking and drowning his sorrows. But the moment he saw Wen Song, he seemed to be instantly infused with a soul.

But when he heard her call him in the same tone she used to address others, a deep sense of loneliness immediately welled up in his eyes.

He forced down the sense of loss that was almost overwhelming him and gestured to the empty seat next to him.

"Yes, come and sit down."

Wen Song did not sit next to Zhou Shijing, but chose an empty seat diagonally opposite him.

Those people were all shrewd; they had noticed the strange atmosphere between the two of them from the beginning. They exchanged glances and tried to lighten the mood with laughter, saying, "Come on, everyone's almost here, let's play some games together."

It's another truth or dare game, and even the people playing the game are the same as before.

But when Wen Song recalled the time when Zhou Shijing rejected her in public, she felt no sadness at all.

Everyone here is a regular player of this game, so there's no need to go into the rules.

As a result, Zhou Shijing became the first person to have the bottle pointed at him at the start of the game.

"Hey, Jing-ge, you're in luck today! You actually won the jackpot! Hurry up and choose, truth or dare?"

Zhou Shijing's interest was visibly low, his eyebrows and eyes drooping slightly. "Truth or dare."

The man's eyes darted back and forth between him and Wen Song several times, then he coughed and said, "Well then, I'll ask you this: Jing-ge, if there were a time machine in this world, what time would you most like to go back to?"

Zhou Shijing tightened his grip on the wine glass, thought for several seconds before slightly raising his eyes, his gaze landing unabashedly on Wen Song, "If I could travel through time, I would most like to go back to November 9th."

The person reflexively asked, "Is November 9th some kind of special day? Why do you want to go back to that day?"

"If someone follows the rules, that's another matter."

Others chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, if you want to know, let's see who's capable of turning the bottle neck back in front of Brother Jing."

Amidst the laughter and chatter, the second round began, but Wen Song seemed somewhat distracted.

November 9th was the date that Lu Yun had consulted a master to choose for her and Zhou Shijing to register their marriage. Zhou Shijing said that he most wanted to go back to that day, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wen Song didn't know what the point of Zhou Shijing saying these things at this time was.

She could feel the gaze falling on her head, but she never looked up.

Whether it was intentional or not, the second time, the bottle opening was still aimed at Zhou Shijing.

"Jing-ge, truth or dare?"

Before Zhou Shijing could speak, someone beside him eagerly answered for him, "Of course it's the truth. We still have questions to ask."

"Yeah, yeah, I really want to know what significance November 9th holds for Jing-ge."

Zhou Shijing tried hard to see even the slightest hint of emotion on Wen Song's face, but there was none.

She sat there quietly, as if nothing he said next could stir any emotion in her.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a giant hand.

Zhou Shijing took a sip of wine, barely managing to suppress the pent-up frustration in his heart. "Truth or dare."

"Truth or dare, then... open your phone and let us see whose picture you've set as your wallpaper."

This level of adventure already involves a great deal of privacy.

Zhou Shijing did not hesitate and placed his phone on the coffee table, unlocking the screen in front of everyone.

Everyone craned their necks to look, expecting to see someone's photo or something unexpected, but instead, they all stared wide-eyed at the picture of a fluffy bunny doll on the screen.

"What the heck? Jing-ge, are you that girly? You actually like these little bunny plushies?"

"Damn, if I had known your wallpaper was like this, I wouldn't have wasted that opportunity."

Wen Song's fingers, resting on her lap, slowly clenched. Of everyone present, except Zhou Shijing, she was probably the only one who knew what that little rabbit doll represented.

That was the first gift Zhou Shijing gave her, a "playmate" to keep her company when Zhou Shijing was not at home, and also the item she found hardest to part with when she left the Zhou family.

Zhou Shijing never mentioned Wen Song's name, but every single thing he did was a reminder of their past.

But a cotton-padded coat in summer, and a fan in winter.

These memories, like Zhou Shijing's, are superfluous to Wen Song.

Wen Song was already thinking of leaving, but since it was Zhong Man's birthday today, she didn't want to spoil everyone's fun.

Despite her discomfort, she played a few more rounds with everyone. In one instance, when the bottle was pointed at her, she chose truth or dare. The other person asked her if she was currently single, and she replied that she already had a boyfriend, which caused everyone to be surprised and fall silent.

After that, Zhou Shijing spoke even less. Occasionally, when the bottle was pointed at him, he would not choose anything, as if deliberately trying to drown his sorrows, he would only choose to drink.

After finally getting through the game, Wen Song and Zhong Man went to the restroom together. Zhong Man hugged Wen Song's arm and smiled smugly, "Sister Song, well done! That was so satisfying! That's how you should humiliate Brother Shi Jing."

Wen Song roughly understood what Zhong Man meant, and lowered his gaze slightly, "Manman, I didn't mean to upset Shi Jing. It's true that I have a boyfriend, I didn't just make it up."

Now it was Zhong Man's turn to be shocked. "What? Sister Songsong, you really have a boyfriend? Who is he? Do I know him?"

Wen Song thought of Lu Zhiheng, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "If there's a chance in a while, I'll introduce you to him."

"Ugh... why did you wait so long to introduce me to you? I'm so curious now."

Zhong Man, looking incredulous, pestered Wen Song for details, "Then tell me first, is he handsome? Is he as handsome as Shi Jing? What does he do? Is his job as cool as Shi Jing's race car driver profession?"

Although Zhou Shijing's performance was lackluster recently, it must be said that his overall qualities are truly excellent.

Even if Sister Songsong wants to find a boyfriend, at the very least, he should have one or two things that completely surpass Zhou Shijing's to make it believable.

"He is certainly very handsome, but he is completely different from Zhou Shijing. He has a more refined and elegant appearance, and is the kind of man who is very charming."

"As for what he does, that's a secret for now. In short, he's an exceptionally capable person."