Chapter 612
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"Sir?" The cashier, who had also reached for the bill, missed it. She raised her head in confusion and looked at Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng held the bill in front of his eyes as if he hadn't heard anything.
The bill was old and must have been passed through many hands. The color of the handwriting had faded, but it was still enough for him to see what was written on it.
The handwriting was neat, but it looked a little immature. After staring at it for a few seconds, Gu Yusheng was sure that it was his handwriting.
There were only six words on the banknote, very simple words.
However, he stared intently at the words written on it. He read them word by word in his heart over and over again before he managed to piece the sentence together.
"Little Lovemaking, I'm sorry."
Little Lovemaking, I'm sorry.
Little Lovemaking … From Little A's letter, I learned that was the nickname he had given her in high school.
I'm sorry … Is he apologizing to me again?
If what Qin Zhi 'ai and Wu Hao said was true, that they hadn't known each other since high school, then why does he need to apologize to me?
And … Why didn't he apologize to me in front of me? Why did he write it on the bill?
He had known about the game of writing on the bill when he was very young. His mother had told him about it.
His mother had told him that if there was something he didn't dare to say to the most important person in his life, he should write it on the bill. Maybe one day, it would be passed to that person.
All these years, he had never played that game.
Because there hadn't been anyone important in his life until he had met little troublemaker. He had thought that was the first time he had played that game that night when he had made little troublemaker happy. He hadn't expected that he had played it before.
Holding the bill, Gu Yusheng's fingers began to tremble slightly. Subtle emotions began to appear on his calm face.
The cashier quietly looked at him several times. Seeing that he was staring at the bill as if he were frozen, she reached out and knocked on the cashier's counter. "Sir?"
Gu Yusheng shivered and raised his eyes to look at her.
"Sir, you're still one hundred dollars short," the cashier said.
Gu Yusheng immediately reached out his hand, took out another bill from his pocket, and put it on the cashier.
He took the cigarettes and left the store without waiting for the change.
He quickly ran to his car, stretched out his hand, opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and drove to the Gu Mansion.
Things were definitely not like what Qin Zhi 'ai and Wu Hao had said. There was definitely something going on between them in high school.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have written this sentence on the paper money.
But … eight years ago, what had he done to her? Why couldn't he remember anything at all?
As Gu Yusheng thought about it, he stepped harder on the gas pedal.
He didn't care about the red light or the speed limit. He just rushed to the Gu family's old house.
He wanted to rummage through his high school stuff. Perhaps, perhaps he could find some clues … He must have lost a very important, very important memory!
Gu Yusheng drove to the gate of the Gu Mansion. He didn't even turn off the engine. He walked directly to the closed gate, reached out his hand, and pressed the doorbell.
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