After being speechless for a while, everyone looked at Yang Ziyi with an amusing look.

  "Dr. Yang, it’s been over twelve hours. I believe his so-called ’hanky-panky’ wouldn’t have lasted ’till now. What do you say?" Lin Shen couldn’t stop himself from air-quoting while he tried to stifle his laughter.

  Slurping on her noodles, Yang Ziyi gave him an indecisive look before voicing out in a straight voice, "Why? Do you have no faith in your best friend’s stamina?"

  Xu Mey choked as she coughed violently at this question. And the boys could only press their lips together, not knowing how to deal with this point-blank doctor.

  Wu Wang extended his hand over the table to knock on her head. "Ouch!" Yang Ziyi rubbed her head where he hit her and scowled, looking aggrieved.

  "Can’t you drop your shamelessness for a while?" Wu Wang asked in a helpless manner.

  "You! You’re shameless! Your whole family is shameless!" Yang Ziyi stuck out her tongue at him childishly.

  Wu Wang shook his head at her in exasperation and said, "Just finish your meal."

  Yang Ziyi picked up her bowl and gulped down the soup in one go before placing the empty bowl back on the table. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand in a content manner.

  Since the rest of them were still eating, she didn’t leave the table and stayed behind with them. "You know I suddenly think that your anger is not that unreasonable." All of a sudden, she spoke again.

  "And why is that?" Xu Mey questioned with curiosity. She hadn’t seen someone changing their mind as fast as Yang Ziyi just did.

  "If the closest person to you always shared everything with you, you’d eventually get used to it. And then one day when that person won’t share anything, it’s bound to hurt." Taking a brief pause, she added, "I mean when my brother used to tell me everything I always felt like I’m a special part of his life. And then……" Sighing heavily she went on, "one day, he didn’t share anything. It really hurt me as well."

  "You guys grew apart?" Lin Shen asked casually.

  "No. He died." Yang Ziyi replied indifferently before picking up some radishes to munch on.

  Wu Wang had seen her talking about death nonchalantly and that’s why he was the only one who didn’t have any visible reaction but the other three were giving Yang Ziyi some odd looks.

  "Aren’t you a bit insensitive about death?" As Wu Wang had expected, the question came from He Jian. After all, his fiancee’ death had left a huge scar on his life.

  "Insensitive?" Yang Ziyi repeated it. "How? Just because I don’t want to remember my brother with sadness, it doesn’t mean I’m being insensitive." It was visible to see that Yang Ziyi’s face had turned a bit serious but the rest about her stayed the same. "People always said that I should spend my life crying after all my brother not just died right in my arms, he even gave his life to save mine."

  She took a deep breath and went on, "I always asked why? Why should I be crying? My brother loved me and he never wanted to see my tears. And if I cried after he left this world, wouldn’t I be insulting his wishes? He’s dead and that’s an unchangeable fact that nobody can do anything about. But I’m still alive. And if I’m still breathing, why should I live like a dead person?"

  He Jian was the most affected one by her talk since he still thought that death shouldn’t be taken lightly. "I’m not saying that you live with sadness but at least at his reminder, you should show some remorse."

  Yang Ziyi chuckled softly at his words. She pulled out two notepads from her purse and placed them on the table. He pointed at the notepads and said, "Let’s imagine that one of these notepads is your book of good memories while the other one is the book of bad memories." Although none of them knew what she was up to, they still were intrigued as they listened attentively. "Whenever you’ll open this book of bad memories, you’ll be upset undoubtedly, right?" He Jian nodded silently. "But what about this book of good memories?" Taking a moment to observe their expressions, she added, "This will also only bring you sadness. And this sadness comes from the fact that no matter how happy memories this book recorded, now that is all in the past. And the past doesn’t have a habit of repeating itself."

  Her words startled them a bit since seeing her cheery disposition, one could really not tell that such a deep thought could come from her.

  "I don’t believe in opening these books of past whether good or bad memories. I believe in living today only to make new memories. Mr. He, the dead are gone and we can’t get them back. But they left us in this world. Do you know why?" At this point, He Jian had no answer. "They left us behind to live not just for ourselves but for them as well. We have the double responsibility to stay happy for their sake otherwise, we’d be insulting the dead."

  Looking at the time, she abruptly stood up and said, "I have a surgery. Bye!" She had walked out of the shop but came back only to say, "I’m sorry if I ended up hurting anyone’s feelings. Really sorry!" She took a ninety-degree bow and ran away. But just like before, she again came back to finish her piece, "Mr. He, when my brother looks at me from the sky every night, I want him to see a bright smile on my face. You should also show your smile. Sorry again!" This time, she really took her leave.

  Between the four of them, only He Jian was the one who took her words to heart. He’d been living all alone all this while because he wanted to respect his relationship with Wu Weiwei. Who knew that by being sad and alone, he’d been hurting her spirit instead. The worst part of this whole conversation was that He Jian actually felt that Yang Ziyi’s words made sense.