My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 59

Song Yuan wasn’t full, so she got out of the car and headed straight to the 24-hour convenience store at the entrance of the neighborhood.

She loved this kind of convenience store. Back when she was in college, when she didn’t want to eat at the cafeteria, she would go to the school’s convenience store and buy oden1. There weren’t many people in this convenience store; there was even only one cashier. She stood at the counter and ordered oden and two chicken skewers, then went to the fridge and picked out a double skin milk2.

When she prepared to check out, someone had already handed over a hundred-yuan bill.

Song Yuan turned and saw that the person standing next to her was Rong Heng. She looked surprised. “Why are you here?”

The cashier, seeing the two were acquaintances, accepted the hundred yuan.

“Getting Rong Ting something to eat. I saw you when I came out.” Seeing that she had ordered a cup of oden, Rong Heng asked with concern, “Did you not eat dinner?”

“Not full.”

After the cashier counted out the change, Song Yuan thanked Rong Heng and sat on a high stool in front of the store window to enjoy her meal. Rong Heng also sat down beside her. There were no other people in the store at the moment. Song Yuan’s favorite part was the radish in the oden–it was cooked to perfection.

“Want some?” Song Yuan asked him as she pointed to the paper bag that contained the chicken skewers.

Rong Heng shook his head. “No thanks.”

Song Yuan didn’t eat quickly, and she had a chat with Rong Heng. She felt it was amazing. Back in the ancient times, she and he should have been husband and wife, but now, she had no memories, and he had no memories either. They got along more like friends who had just met and were polite to one another. Just like this, where she didn’t remember him and he didn’t remember her, they had no relationship whatsoever in the modern times. If he’d still had his memories, it probably would have been a great burden on her.

They were sitting right next to the window and could see outside. Just then, several youths passed by. Their hair were dyed extremely conspicuous colors of green3, orange, and pink, respectively.

Song Yuan looked at their hair color, then turned to look at Rong Heng, a bright gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

“What is it?” Rong Heng wasn’t sure what she was wondering about.

Song Yuan pointed to his hair. “I’m curious, is your hair naturally white?”

She had a classmate who had dyed their hair white, but that was with white and black hair. Rong Heng was the only young person she had seen whose hair was entirely white.

She was more concerned about whether this was genetic. If so, then wasn’t Gugu’s hair in danger?

Although white hair was pretty cool, wouldn’t it be too conspicuous when he went to school?

Rong Heng was clearly confused by her question. For a moment, he didn’t know how to answer.

Seeing his stumped expression, Song Yuan quickly apologized. “Sorry, I almost forgot that you don’t remember anything.”