She met Manfred again.

She did not expect that. Looking at his gentle and smiling face far away, Alice felt it had been ages.

Alice pinched her red lips and strode over.

Whether it was five years ago or now, Manfred was still gentle.

As she approached, he went round the table and pulled out a chair for her. “Sit down,” he said softly.

“Thank you.”

After thanking him, Alice sat down.

The waiter came over and asked what they wanted to drink before leaving with the order.

Manfred fixed his eyes on her face gently and said in a low voice.

“I thought you didn't want to see me anymore.”

Alice was stunned. He looked elegant, but compared that he had done, Alice could not help but give a sarcastic smile, saying, “I don't want to see you, but have you made me to contact you actively, Mr. Manfred?”

Hearing that, Manfred stopped smiling and looked at her helplessly.

“Why? Why do you have hostility toward me? What did I do wrong?”

“Hostility?”

Alice smiled, “Why do you think I have hostility to you?”

“If not, why do you refuse to recognize me as your old friend? Why do you call me Mr. Manfred?”

Alice looked at him without speaking.