Chapter 32

After the party ended, he drove me home.
He remained silent throughout the journey and seemed really intoxicated.
"Why don't you drop me off at the intersection?" I asked him.
"Let me take a look, hmm?" he held onto my hand and comforted me.
"There's nothing interesting, it's run-down."
"I just want to."
He insisted repeatedly, and I had no choice but to let him be. At the intersection, he held onto my hand and stood there, looking into the alley.
"Have you lived here since you were little?" he furrowed his brows and asked me.
"Yes."
"This place is quite far away from downtown; when you were in school, you went back home on your own?"
"I've walked this road tens of thousands of times, and I can find my way home even with my eyes closed."
He glanced at me, said nothing, and simply reached out to touch my head. I led him forward, and he suddenly stopped and asked me, "Have we met before?"
"Huh?"
He looked around again, "I've been here before."
My heart skipped a beat. He still remembered?
Thinking of something, he suddenly smiled, "When I was in the third year of high school, I was passing by here with my friend, a little girl bumped into a bad person and jumped into my arms."
He paused for a moment, "After I saved her, she asked me to stand outside of her house for her."
My heart was beating quickly as I listened to him calmly recounting his story about me; this was crazy.
"Oh? What happened next?" I pretended to be clueless.
"That little girl was very scared, so I stood outside her house all night until her mother came back."
"You really stayed there all night?" I thought he left halfway.
"How could I leave?" He said with a smile, "She was very scared, she slept for a while and woke up, then leaned on the windowsill to see if I had left."
"It's none of your business, yet you stayed there all night."
"I can't understand it either, she was strangely cute."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something and suddenly laughed. "Just a little girl. Are you jealous of a child?"
His thought process stunned me.
"Who's jealous?" I glared at him.
How could I be jealous of myself?
"Don't say anything." He looked down, seriously looking at me, "You bear a resemblance to her."
I stood frozen in place.
"Is it possible that I'm that girl?" I teased him with a smile.
He didn't say anything, as if seriously considering the question. The next moment—
"I've arrived, you can go back now." I pointed to that house.
He looked up and when his gaze fell on the Brian tree, his pupils dilated. Without giving him a chance to react, I entered the house, leaving him alone outside.
I went back to that windowsill again, leaning over to watch him. He stood outside for several seconds, as if he finally understood something, lit a cigarette, and slowly walked towards the tree.
He reached up and touched the tree, lowered his head, and smoked. After finishing a cigarette, he looked up and just stared at me like that. As he continued to stare, he smiled.