While looking for cold medicine, Ling Chuxia unintentionally saw her phone discarded on the table. As she turned it on, her phone's screen still displayed the WeChat conversation, and that question shot straight into her brain again.
Although she had slept soundly just now, her mind raced through dreams. She dreamed of him—of that past they should not revisit, a past so joyful. So joyful that when she awoke, the corners of her lips curved up unconsciously.
But once awake, rationality returned, slapping her face harshly. Was she insane, still allowing herself to pine for those laughable memories at this time?
She had clearly forgotten...
Ling Chuxia closed her eyes and felt a tightness in her chest that was almost suffocating. She abruptly stood up and headed straight to the balcony.
