She is who she is.
These are all her own memories, her treasures, so why would she put great effort into sealing them away?
Various scenes churned in her mind, and Yun Qian sighed softly.
It was her husband's music that unraveled her seals.
What had happened in the past?
Hard to say.
In most cases, although she would stretch the time around Xu Chang'an infinitely, making one day feel like countless days, there would always come a time when it reached its end.
In each memory, as her emotions neared a dramatic change with her husband, Miss Yun would wonder how he would react upon learning the truth in this life.
But each time his reaction was different, sometimes angry, sometimes bitter, but mostly calm, leaving her guessing.
"For ordinary people, the longer they live, the more they want to die"—Yun Qian understood this better than anyone else.
